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!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Prompt Three
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

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.

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[ When he awakens, he'll be greeted by another angel, a little too close for comfort because what is personal space, staring down at him. ]

How do you know Crowley?

The nightmare he was caught in must have been unpleasant to say the least. Left to see it through to its horrifying end made him shift, his feet kicking feebly against the ground as if he wanted to run, and his entire body tensed as if fighting against unseen hands. In his mind's eye, there was screaming, there was boiling water and thrashing and his voice became hoarse before his corporations lungs ran out of the air needed to cry out his pain. And still, he tried to scream, even after he'd stopped being able to make a sound or draw in another breath.

Outwardly, it probably seemed much less then it felt. He gasped for breath for a few moments, tears rolling down his face, before he gave one single, frail cry and was awake in a searing flash. It left him dazed, every muscle in his body aching as he collapsed in a heap like a puppet cut from its strings, and he didn't seem to realize that he wasn't alone before the sound of the voice broke through the haze of his mind catching up with reality.

He turned a bleary look to the other, confusion on his face, but then he felt it; the unmistakable feeling of divinity that could only come from another angel, and he froze.

What had he said? What had he heard? Who was this angel and who did he answer to? He didn't recognize him from Heaven, but if he knew of Crowley, then he must have been somehow associated with Gabriel and Michael and the others. The horror the dream had brought him stopped waning and threatened to come roaring back to life, but he did his best to keep his composure.

"I-...I'm not sure what you mean."

Castiel has been on the lookout for his brother, Gabriel, who he suspects might be here, but he never expected to find another angel, let alone one he didn't recognize. Still, more disturbing is the fact that his brother seems to be aware of Crowley. Castiel was under the impression that he was the only angel with any sort of rapport with the King of Hell which leads him to suspect foul play.

Did Crowley try to harm him? This very question is the reason why Castiel sticks to the topic at hand instead of asking his newly found brother about his condition.

"You said his name while you had your eyes closed."

Notice how he doesn't say 'while you were sleeping' because everyone knows, angels don't sleep, so surely, he had his eyes closed for a reason.

Edited 2019-06-27 02:51 (UTC)

The slightest hint of Gabriel coming into his dreams would definitely be one that the angel ran far from, real or not. They had duped the higher-ups into believing that they were unkillable, but Aziraphale was still rather terrified of the Archangel.

The look he gave the other celestial when he replied belied for just a moment how much that fact scared him. He swallowed hard before steeling his expression into a bit of a sterner glare. No. They had already found out about his and Crowley's friendship. And as reason began to break through the cloud of ache and terror the nightmare in a dream had left him in, his memory of where he was began to sharpen.

"If you must know, I was taking a nap. And I'm sure I don't need to tell you just how Crowley and I know each other." The other was simply a figment of his own imagination, after all. Something conjured up in the midst of a dream to give him someone to talk to. Though why his mind would concoct a strange angel he'd never met to grill him over the nature of his acquaintances was anyone's guess.

Wrong answer. Castiel was an angel from the garrison. A warrior of God. He commanded respect from his brethren and although he might placate the Winchesters, he does not bend for other angels, not when he had a target on his back.

"Angels don't sleep, and I don't know you or your relationship with Crowley."

He cuts off that answer where it stands. Try again, Aziraphale.

Oh, yes, yes, a happy little soldier, fighting the Good Fight for the bosses on high, just like Aziraphale was supposed to be. Until he'd given his flaming sword to the Adam and Eve, abandoning the actual fighting before it even got started. Though that didn't mean he didn't feel the threat coming from the other angel when he cuts him off, his eyes narrowing slightly. It was definitely unsettling, made him draw in a shallow breath to try and keep down the rising urge to panic.

Instead, he stood to his feet as gracefully as he could manage, brushing the dirt off of his clothes with hands that he desperately tried to keep from shaking, and straightened his coat. Give the appearance of being calm and indifferent. Too bad he'd absolutely never been good at hiding his nervous tension. It was evident in the way he stuttered, in the barely-hidden glint of fear in his eyes when he tried to put some distance between him and the other.

"Oh, yes, of course, we don't sleep. And neither do we eat, nor do we..." He closed his mouth with a snap of teeth, trying to hide the slight tremor in his lip. No, no, he's calm, you see? This figment of his imagination isn't getting under his skin and managing to remind him of all of his shortcomings all at once, not in the least!

Instead, he redirected his attention, sniffing indignantly.

"Oh, why are you saying it that way? I've never once heard someone say it like that, it's worse then...then Crawley! Gabriel talks with an American-English inflection, and he doesn't pronounce it that way!" He muttered the other angel's pronunciation of his friend's name under his breath, trying to wrap his tongue around the way the 'o' twisted strangely in his mouth. "It sounds like you've hurt yourself just as you said it. He would have a fit."