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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.
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instead, he squeezes back, let's the moment linger between them for as long as it possibly can.
richie... isn't sure how he feels about bowers being the one to break eddie's arm instead. whether he feels less or more guilty for the cause to have just been another fucking kid (and sure, bowers was a big kid, and fucking crazy to boot, but still just a kid in the end) instead of some immortal demon clown living in a crackhouse. whether it even really mattered, since he hadn't been there to stop it happening to eddie in either instance.
what he does know is that he doesn't like eddie complimenting him like this, like he'd done anything right back in neibolt, instead of leaving eddie alone to get hurt and letting his fear over the whole thing turn him angry and mean with bill after. he hadn't been able to think back then, had been so sure they were all going to die, and had just wanted... wanted eddie to not have that fucking clown be the last thing he was looking at if that was the case.
and maybe eddie had deserved better than his face being the last thing he saw instead, but he just hadn't known what else to do. ]
I... [ he chokes on his words, has to duck his head down and stop looking at eddie for a moment (as much as even that brief stretch of time hurts) to pull himself together enough to push through the overwhelming emotions that memory is waking up in him all over again. guilt and fear and love and sheer paralyzing hopelessness.
all things that had been working through his head and heart while he'd carved his and eddie's initials onto the kissing bridge with a frantic devotion that had left his fingers full of splinters. ]
You never should have gotten hurt in the first place. We... we knew better than to go off alone but It still managed to separate us. _-we still left you alone. [ his voice drops softer, a full whisper now that does nothing to disguise the stark terror in his voice as he continues. ] It always gets us when we're alone.
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He had only seen the room where It had tried to kill him, had only seen Richie and Bill scrambling over to try and get Eddie up. He saw Bev slamming a spear through Its face, but then that was it. He didn't see the before and after though he had known about Bill punching Richie.
Richie's reaction makes his smile fall off his face, and he's left staring at his best friend, a cold crackling numbness settling over him.
Guilt, Eddie realized. That's what this was. Eddie felt a fierceness rush up through him and he was shifting closer to Richie and letting go of his hand. In turn he cups both of his palms against Richie's face and forces his head up.)
Shut the hell up, Richie. (He doesn't mean to speak so quickly, so sharply, but he was offended on Richie's behalf for Richie ever once thinking that any of this was somehow his fault. He tips his head down, making sure that he was looking Richie in the eye as much as he could, his breathing a little thin and wheezing.)
You didn't leave me alone. (Oh but they had in the sewers. Ben had said it's where Eddie deserved to be. Not Richie though.
Richie has never left him alone. He's never wanted to leave Eddie alone. Richie wasn't Ben. Richie had begged that they bring Eddie out with them, had begged and tried to get them to change their minds.
That wasn't what Richie was talking about and Eddie knew it, but he knew at the bottom of his heart that it didn't matter because the sentiment was the same.)
I know you would never leave me alone if you could help it. (Eddie promises Richie this, his eyes wide and sincere. He knew it better than anyone else could possibly even understand. Except maybe for Bev, Bev who had seen it all too.)
What happened wasn't your fault. It was Its fault. You still were right there with me when you could be, the moment you could be. I know back home if you had been there with the Bowers thing, you would have been with me too. Just like I know you would have been with me here if you could.
(Eddie's loyalty and faith in Richie was completely unwavering. He might have been doubtful of some of the other Losers from time to time, but never Richie. Never once.)
I shouldn't have gotten hurt but I did because the universe has it out for me and that isn't your fault. (He winds up hugging Richie again, and this time it's for Richie. He presses Richie's face against his shoulder and just clings to him.)
It knew that we were weakest alone. That's why It pulled us apart anytime it could. You always come back for me though, and that's what I care about. That's why we're strong as we are. You don't abandon me, Richie. You never abandon me.
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the one with the tattoo on his wrist that richie couldn't help but notice matched the one he'd woken up with in deerington. he laces their fingers loosely together, careful to avoid accidentally hurting him by squeezing too hard but making his hand a firm and unwavering presence there regardless. a chain interlocking between them. ]
We should have held hands. I thought about it when we picked straws. [ when he'd learned that eddie was going in. ] But I didn't say anything because... because I didn't want any of you to think I was scared.
[ didn't want eddie to think he was scared. ]
But I was so scared, Eds. You have no idea how scared I was when I heard you screaming.
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(It's more of a noise than a word that Eddie makes. Richie grabbing his hand suddenly surprising him if only for the abruptness of the gesture. It's also in due part that he wasn't very used to people touching that hand anymore.
He watches their fingers slide together and thinks, not for the first time in his life, how easy it was. How natural it felt for their palms to rest together and their fingers to slot over the back of each other's hands. His right hand no longer had the same grip it used to, and maybe Richie would notice that weak lack, but he squeezes as much as he can. He manages to make it as unwavering. He looks up at Richie when he begins to talk.)
We were all scared, Rich. (Said gently. Not to make Richie feel guilty, but to make him realize he wasn't a coward for that. Eddie might not of been there in that exact moment, but he knew it was true all the same. The Neibolt house was horrifying no matter the time frame you put it in.)
I do have an idea. (Eddie says it so lowly that it might of been hard to pick up on, his heart thumping loud in his ears. He tips his head towards Richie's and winds up resting his forehead against Richie's, sighing lowly and shutting his eyes.)
It's like the entire world comes to a grinding halt and nothing else matters except you and the fact that something's about to hurt you.
(Eddie was talking directly about Richie, about that same emotion that vaulted him straight at IT when he needed to most. He leans away from Richie, realizing how close he'd let himself get. His eyes shut and he exhales slowly.)
Everything is just white noise horror. (His eyes open back up, and he stares Richie down, unwavering. His grip on Richie's hand was a little stronger now.)
And at the end of it is you. (Or in Richie's case, Eddie, but the sentiment was true.)
That's why I know how brave what you did was. Because despite all that it was me you came for in the middle of that white horror. And it was me you tried to distract so I wouldn't feel so scared.
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and if the way eddie is speaking with such authority about the terror that richie had felt down in his marrow that day is anything to go by, he's gone through something similar with another him, another richie. his descriptions are far too on point for it to be anything else, really.
it... it doesn't make him feel any better about any of it. neither of them deserves half of what they've had to go through, together or alone, but it makes it easier, somehow, for him to talk about it now. ]
I just... I didn't want It to be the last thing you saw if we died.
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I didn't want It to be the last thing you saw if we died.
It's something Richie told him before when he originally saw the memory. But more than that it's the one thing Eddie himself cared about. When he had died in Deerington the worst part hadn't been the actual dying- it had been how badly, how desperately he had just wanted to see Richie. He didn't want the last thing he saw to be his own blood pooling up. He had wanted it to be Richie.
And in some delirious way, it had wound up that way because of a blessed hallucination.
He has to curl his tongue inward and bite on it to keep himself from just spilling all over Richie. He doesn't answer for a long time because he can't. There was no one alive who understood him the way Richie did. He presses in close against Richie again, and is hugging him, holding onto him, and he just shakes against him. I love you so much.)
I would have been happy. (He finally manages to find his voice, although it's in shambles. There's nothing steady about it.)
If I...died...You're the last thing I'd want to see. Just you.
(No one else. Not even the other Losers. If Eddie had to leave this world, he just wanted one last look at Richie Tozier. And he would hope it'd be the one memory he got to keep.)
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like he was meant to be there.
eddie's a mess right now but so is richie as he presses close into the other boy and for once it's a good kind of mess. ]
Me too, Eddie. Me too. [ there's a promise in these words they're exchanging, as dark as the subject matter might be, but growing up in derry like they have they've long ago had to learn to find the good bits and fight tooth and nail for them. for each other. ]