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SEPTEMBER 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME
SEPTEMBER 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to September's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: CHAOS.
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: Torture (emotional and possibly physical), claustrophobia, potential weapon violence (guns, knives, spears, flamethrowers, etc.), possible body horror, emotional manipulation, emojis
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!
DICE BLOCK
In case everyone hasn't had enough fun and games to last a life time in the good old town of Deerington, apparently this month brings you one more. Maybe you were just walking through the door to get into your own house, or maybe you were leaving from work — the moment you walk through any door, you'll find that it doesn't open up to the place you were looking for. Instead, you find yourself standing on a giant game board and you seem to be right on the start space. The doors already disappeared behind you, don't bother trying to run back. The only exit is at the end and you'll have to hope you make it there.But you aren't alone! With you are other unfortunate souls who hopefully weren't just looking for a quick bathroom break. Some of them might look a little worse for wear. What happened? Well, looks like you may have to ask later, because you'll only really have time to exchange names if you don't already know one another before a large screen you didn't notice was hanging from the ceiling will light up. There's a giant image of a typical six-sided game die that's completely stationary. For the moment. Shortly after, a voice will come on over the speakers, echoing in the otherwise fairly empty room. It's overly cheerful, grating, and giggles at the end of every sentence.
Would you like to hear the rules?
Okay!
Each player will take a turn rolling their die.
You can then move the number of spaces shown — but only those spaces!
You can move forward, backward, right, and left, but not diagonally!
Each space will have a symbol.
The spaces with a clover are lucky spaces! Congratulations! You'll gain some fortune, whether it's an extra turn, moving ahead more spaces, or gaining an important item you can take with you on your journey!
The spaces with the skull are unlucky spaces! Boooooo, that's too bad! You'll befall some grave misfortune here. Hopefully it won't set you back too badly! Make sure to avoid these at all costs!
The spaces with a chest are item spaces! Here you'll be able to win prizes, like medical supplies or weapons! Maybe even a small something from home! Wouldn't that be nice?
Your goal is to make it to the end alive! Good luck! And remember to have lots of fun!
The first player's name will pop up on the screen, before the die will begin to randomly blink between numbers. Eventually it will land on a number. Once the player moves forward and lands on their space, it will repeat for the second player. This will go on until one (or both players) reach the end!
When they said to make sure to not land on an unlucky space, they certainly weren't kidding. Each one seems to come with some sort of random punishment or horror; it can be as light as having to move back a few spaces or go back to the start, or as heavy as breaking a random bone or feeling a blade slice open your skin. Maybe you'll start to slowly turn into a monster or become filled with the desire to kill your opponent. Anything can happen, but it's always going to be bad.
Players who reach the end will be able to go through the door and end up back wherever it was they were intending to go in the first place. Players who lose? Well... It's back to the beginning for you. Time to wait for the next player. Better luck next time.
DANCE DANCE
But what's behind door number two! People are going to start to get tired of walking around in their own houses at this rate. Even if you managed to escape the board game horrors, this new room you've found yourself in doesn't seem much better. In the center is a large TV screen and on the floor in front of it are two pads with arrows pointing in four directions; up, down, left, and right. Anyone who is familiar with Dance Dance Revolution might feel right at home! But fear not, there are instructions on the screen for you to follow if you need them.Two players only, and you'll have to work together! It's a team dance and you'll want to encourage each other to stay perfectly in sync. The doors won't open until you finish, and should you mess up? Well, look up, friend!
The ceiling is covered in sharp, painful looking spikes and every time someone misses a beat or steps on the wrong arrow, the ceiling will drop down a foot. It's pretty high up there, but miss more than three arrows and you're gonna start to really feel the pressure. The spikes are looking a lot bigger and more ominous than they did when they were all the way at the top. Hopefully you've got some good rhythm.
But this is a good lesson in teamwork! Even the worst dancers might be able to get out of here okay if they've got someone who they can work together with. Maybe their perfect scores will make up for your two left feet. You can only hope you're both so lucky.
THAT'S NOT A "MEH" FACE!
Everyone loves to get a text, don't they? Of course they do! Which is why someone has been kind enough to send out a little special something to everyone's Fluid's this month! There's no name you recognize — in fact, it doesn't even look like a name is attached at all. The sender's identification only looks like this: 🥳The message you've gotten is pretty simple though! Each person has received a text message with one emoji inside. No rhyme or reason applied! That's... random, isn't it? You can try to text back, but no one will answer, and so you might as well just close your device and forget about it.
Every person who received a text will find that their personality starts to shift. They begin to take on some aspect that's tied to the emoji they received. Did you get a simple smiley face? You're happy and relaxed for the time being! Or maybe a silly face will lead you to become more of a prankster. An eggplant could have someone feeling like sexting a Special Someone. An angry face might get you really riled up, even towards people you love. Did you get a knife? Time to start stabbing. A gun? Those people around you look like really good target practice...
The options are endless. Each emojis effects will last for twenty-four hours or until another emoji is sent from the same user.
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.
luna lovegood | harry potter
[ Luna's been quiet for a long time, listening to the grating voice - it's sickly sweet, nasally. Overly cheerful in a way that it reminds Luna of Umbridge. Her eyes narrow slightly: this would be some kind of strange, horrible game she would play - wouldn't it? She reaches for her wand, just in case.
The other player's name flashes up on the screen followed by the moving numbers until it finally settles. But before they can move, Luna raises her hand to stop them. ]
Wait! What if we don't play? [ She tilts her head to the side. ] Do you think maybe we could stop the game? Break it?
dance dance
[ The neon pads on the floor look garish, sickly. Luna doesn't step on them just yet - she's busy looking around the room with owlish eyes, to the instructions on the huge screen. She's somewhat of a dancer - only those have seen her dance would hardly call it dancing. And whatever this is, the arrows - that isn't what she would exactly call dancing herself. ]
I quite like dancing. [ She sounds eerily cheerful, but even she can hide the quiver in her voice as she looks up with wide, unblinking eyes at the ceiling. ]
But I always thought the expression was 'dance until you drop', not 'dance or the very sharp and dangerous ceiling spikes drop and very horribly kill you'.
arrival
[ To those who have seen death, there is a small blonde girl riding around on a strange, skeletal horse-like creature.
People who have spent time around Newt Scamander may already recognise this creature as a Thestral. Only this isn't one of Newt's - this one is new and seemed to be waiting for Luna outside the house she awakens in. It recognises her, it's one of Hogwarts's Thestrals. It knows the girl who spends time with them and the herd, brings them meat and rides them around the forest.
She clutches Sodder's letter in her hand, deep in thought as she rides easily through the streets. She's troubled - now is not a good time to be dreaming. There's much to do, there's too much coming. Having the Thestral around is nice, though. That's a nice part of this dream - nice dreams are few and far between these days.
But she really ought to get out of this place now. Which is why she calls to the next person she sees: ]
Oh, hello. [ She waves them down. ] Excuse me, I'm having a very peculiar dream-- but I'm not sure how to wake up?
wildcard
[ hmu on
Arrival
The owner in question is a worn looking man. His hair is a mess and he was dressed down to only shirt and suspenders. The weather was cooling down, but he had forgo his coat for the time being. Helga was much too energetic anyways that any nippiness was ignored to chase his furry friend.
Luna's appearance is new to him. He doesn't think he has seen her around in any capacity before. Her question only further solidifies the thought that she was new.] Well, that's because you don't. At least, we don't have a choice in the matter to wake up or not by free will. [He gives her a sympathetic smile.] You might be able to leave earlier than others, but no one has anyway of knowing those particulars. I'm sorry.
[Helga trots back to Newt's side as he holds his hand out to the Thestral to let the creature press its snout against it.]
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Hmm, that's quite troublesome. [ She sounds slightly saddened, glancing down at the letter again. ] Now doesn't seem like an appropriate moment for sleeping for an undisclosed amount of time. But it's curious, isn't it? Trapped in a world of dreaming? I've never heard of magic like it.
[ Luna can only assume that everyone here is from the same world - all these people are wizards just like her. She falls quiet, moving to her thoughts once more, eyes narrowing slightly. The Thestral slowly nudges forward, gently pressing it's snout to his hand. Luna's gaze falls down to the interaction before she glances back up at him with a thoughtful look, smiling slightly. ]
They're quite lovely aren't they? [ A beat.] Forgive me, sir. [ She tilts her head at him, peering at him curiously. ] You look familiar. I know we haven't met - but I have the strangest feeling I've seen you before somewhere.
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[Newt smiles a little as he pats the thestral's snout affectionately.]
Yes. I take care of a pair myself. You're- You know what they are. [It's a statement, not a question. She was familiar with them, which meant-] I believe that we must be of similar, if not, same worlds. Not everyone that finds themselves are of the same world.
Though, I can't say how I'm familiar to you because I don't think we've ever met. Newt Scamander.
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This one seems to know me. [ She pauses, frowning thoughtfully. ] I have reason to suspect that it may be one I've interacted with before, it's one from my school, perhaps.
[ She stops as soon as he says the name, her eyes going wide - even wider than they previously were, if it were possible. There's a moment of remembrance: An old copy of Fantastic Beasts back home - a little battered and dog-eared; the author's photo a little faded, but the same face - a little older than what it is now - a shy, anxious smile.
It's the same man, so much younger. The Newt Scamander. Luna can only gape at him, practically vibrating at her barely concealed delight. A famous wizarding Naturalist, something of a bit of a hero to Luna in her quest to find her own magical creatures - a dream she hopes of actually following if this war is ever won. ]
Oh Merlin, so you are. [ She's a little dazed, if there were ever a time Luna could be somewhat star-struck, this would be it. If this is a dream, it's turning into a rather good one. ] It's an honour, sir. I'm very keen on your work.
[ She sticks out a hand. Of course she's going to shake his hand. How could she not? ] Luna Lovegood. It's very nice to meet you, although you're much younger than I expected you to be.
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School. Hogwarts? [While Newt couldn't see thestrals growing up, he was too knowledgeable about them to not be aware of the creatures that pull the carriages.] Thestrals are native to the United Kingdom and very few areas of France. The only school I'm aware of that might have a flock would be Hogwarts. [Because of course Newt would know this particularly specific bit of information.
Which is to say that Newt flusters just a bit when the other seems awestruck by him. Being somewhat of a celebrity was never really something he enjoyed. He just wasn't big on being known or famous.] Oh, no. It's really- It's fine.
[Much younger?] Uhm. I can only imagine then that perhaps your time is much farther along? [He's just going to throw this out there based on some of the bits and pieces he can go off on.] By any chance, you wouldn't be familiar with the name Harry Potter? I've heard it quite a few times now, so...
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[ Maybe if they can work that out - they can maybe get home quicker. Even if, it appears, there's no rush. It's not as if they're losing time back home - but Luna doesn't like the idea of spending an undisclosed about of time here. ]
Exactly, Hogwarts. I've always seen them, ever since I started school. [ It's an awful implication. He'll know fine well what it means to see Thestrals. But Luna's tone is gentle enough despite the brutal truth. She stops for a moment, softly petting the Thestral's neck. ] I like spending time around them, in the forest. I've always found them to be quite misunderstood creatures, really.
1998, actually. [ Her face brightens in quiet surprise. She's curious to know as to how he knows Harry if he's actually from their past. ] Harry's my friend. Has there been anyone else here from our world?
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Most creatures are misunderstood creatures. [He smiles a little at that.] People have a tendency to jump to conclusions and to assume things without making sure it's the truth.
[Ah. A date and confirmation is nice, even if it doesn't really change anything.] Yes. But they've always been from my time, I think. I haven't really met anyone from our world that's of your time, though I suppose I should warn. It seems that people are quite familiar with your Harry friend. It's apparently a popular work of fiction to some.
arrival
the boy luna ends up speaking up to is a scrawny teenager, standing on the sidewalk of a residential area, with large, stark white wings folded against his back, nearly dragging on the pavement behind him, but just a couple inches too short to manage it, as they are. huge as jack's wings are, much more than castiel's and even beating lucifer and michael's, they're made to work with his body, tucking in neatly behind his shoulders, the ends of the longest feathers crossing behind his calves. after a moment of staring at the horse in wonder, jack's eyes eventually make it to the girl on it's back, talking to him.
her hair is a color jack's really not seen often, and when she speaks, it's much more calm that most people who arrive here are. huh. ]
No one here's been able to wake up on their own, yet.
[ said with an apology in his tone. sorry, friend, you are stuck now. ]
Did you read the letter from Sodder?
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Only it's important that I do wake up. [ Her brow furrows. ] How many of us are there?
Yes. [ It's a lot to take in but Luna has taken the letter with a pinch of salt, even if she is rather curious about it. ] But lately I've been having trouble believing in a lot of what I read - and more so with dreams. Most of mine are quite a bit strange, anyway. Is there anyway of finding this Sodder?
[ And because she has to ask. ]
Your wings. Is it some kind of charm? Or a spell? Or are you some kind of being?
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thankfully, her attention comes back and she's asking questions again, and jack can do answering questions. to the best of his ability, anyway. ]
A little over 100, I think? Are your dreams stranger than most people's? Maybe you're psychic.
[ psychics have prophetic dreams, like the girl Dean and Jody helped while jack was trying to move a pencil with sam. patience, he thinks, was her name. what an interesting power that must be, seeing the future. and a confusing one. a depressing one too, probably. not everyone's future is bright.
oh, and we're back to the wings. ahhh, um. ]
Being, I guess? Half-being. [ not everyone reacts well to 'angel' (not everyone believes it, and he's supposed to be keeping relatively quiet about it. except, jack's really bad at lying, and lying by omission is still lying. he busies himself looking over his shoulder at his wings, a frown on his lips. ] Though, they're not usually like this. Normally, no one sees them.
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Psychic? [ She frowns for a moment. ] Oh, you mean a Seer! No, I'm not one of those. I just have strange dreams. Once I dreamt an entire army of Heliopaths broke out and burnt down the countryside, as part of some anti-Muggle conspiracy.
[ She lowers her voice, leaning down a little to get closer to him in an attempt to be inconspicuous. Perhaps even in dreams, the trees may have ears. ] It's not the real reason why they're kept, but I believe that they're definitely being kept as a secret weapon.
[ She nods and leans back again. As if what she's just told him was perfectly sane - it is. She still thinks the Ministry has that particular weapon, they're just not using it yet - or maybe they are, she's a little out of the look on current events.
Her expression changes to pleasant surprise. Half-Being. Something like Fleur, with her Veela heritage. ]
They're lovely! [ It's sincere, actually cheerful. ] Even if they're not behaving as they should. Do you fly?
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that said, this girl is all kinds of curious to him, and jack's head gradually tilts to the side as she goes on about her dream and a secret weapon and what does any of that even mean? ]
Heliopaths... Muggle... [ repeated like he's sounding out the words, because he is. not even self-consciousness gets in the way of jack's love for new things and learning. ] I can't think of a good reason for burning down any countryside, so the anti-Muggle people probably shouldn't be allowed to have those... burning things.
[ so, they should be taken away. and given to him. so he can figure out what the crap they are and then make friends with them probably. it's how he rolls.
it's a look of complete surprise when she compliments his wings, jack's back going a bit straighter and brows arching up, even his wings perk up a bit. lovely, she said. if he were slightly worse at Peopling (he's pretty bad already), jack might've even blushed. he's had people in deerington tell him his powers look cool, and that's been a thrill so far, but it's different, maybe, when it's something that's part of his body. especially something that makes him stick out as something so weird. ]
Really? You think so? [ he almost completely forgets the wing-horse he's been wanting to reach out and pet since the second luna stopped in front of him. almost. ] Usually I just walk. But I can fly, and I can teleport, and I think I'm supposed to be able to time travel, but I don't really know how? Besides with the wings, I mean.
[ somehow the wings do that. angel stuff. who knows. definitely not him. maybe castiel. ]
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Even if she knows, deep down, she's not the same as she once was - sometimes there's parts of her that'll always remain. Her conspiracies are one of those things - and it's... nice to be taken seriously. ]
Ah, that would be because the Ministry is currently being run by Death Eaters, you see. [ There's a weight to that sentence. This is definitely more serious. Death Eaters are bad news. ] Heliopaths are the least of our concerns right now -- there is a war going on, after all.
I do. [ She nods before raising her eyebrows slightly. This is a far nicer conversation to be having for a change. She smiles at his surprise, she's fascinated, really. ] And they're in rather excellent condition, too. I like them.
[ Wing condition is very important. But yes, she does like his wings. ]
Flying and teleporting is something I can do, too! Well. [ She squints. ] I need a broom or some creature that can fly and unfortunately my Apparition training has been put on hold until further notice so I haven't been able to learn how to teleport just yet.
dice
She's about to step forward when Luna stops her.]
If you have an idea, I'm willing to try. But please don't do anything reckless. I don't want either of us to be punished further.
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[ But she understands, at least. But Luna also can't just go along with this, she can't let them play this awful game and get themselves hurt.
She points her wand at the giant die. ]
Finite! [ A red jet of light fires at the the die. Nothing happens. ] Finite Incantatem!
[ Another red jet of light bounces off the die. Luna tries another spell, shouting "Bombarda Maxima" - a white jet of light shooting at the die - only this time it just bounces off, leaving the die unscathed. Luna droops slightly, strangely dizzy. ]
What kind of magic is this?
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Unfortunately... I have no idea.
[As if on cue, the die rolls and lands on a 3, and Mami walks forward. Unfortunately to her horror, it's an unlucky space. She squeezes her eyes shut to brace herself, but nothing seems to happen at first.
But then.... an explosion happens under her. It's loud and fills the room with dust. Once it clears, the girl is lying on the ground, coughing and trying to pick herself up. Everything hurts so much though...]
((OOC I'm rolling a 4 sided die for this one IRL to decide what she lands on! 1 lucky, 2 unlucky, 3 item, 4 player choice! 6 sided die used for moving too!))
i'm so sorry this is late!
[ Luna watches in horror as Mami makes her move, her mouth opening in protest. She doesn't want her to move - but she heads forward anyway. The sound is deafening. The room fills with dust and Luna raises her wand, charming it away - trying to clear the air.
She doesn't want to move from her space in case something else happens and she'd rather not trigger something if she can help it. Instead, she creeps to the very edge of her square without crossing over onto another and crouches slightly. ]
Easy. Don't rush getting up, take your time. Are you alright?
arrival
Neither do I, sorry. I don't we can. Not yet anyway.
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The letter didn't sound very promising. Perhaps we should find someone who could help us - or this... Sodder. [ She raises her hand holding the letter, waving it slightly. ] Did you get it too?
Arrival
These are beauitful. What are they?
Oh, right. Waking up. That's a thing that probably won't happen till the problem's been resolved. What's the hurry to get back?
Hallo.
[Don't worry, he won't bring up how it is amazing to meet a character from J.K.Rowling in his universe]
I'm The Doctor. Who are you?