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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!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Prompt Three
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

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.

Welcome, players! Is this your first time? Yes? Great!
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.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

1) It's like Candy Land, Only Awful
[Well, hey look. She walked through a door and ended up in some strange place, playing a demented game as one of the pieces. That was... what gave? she was the one who subjected people to this kind of thing, not the other way around.

She raised an eyebrow and looked over at her unfortunate partner in crime and grunted.]

Well, don't look at me and expect me to play along like we're teammates, because we're not.

2) Dancing on the Ceiling
[One look up saw the spikes. One look down saw the buttons. One look to the front saw the rules, which were all very very easy to understand, deceptively so. And a look to her right gave her a perfect view of ... whatever idiot she was stuck with.

She snorted and laughed.]

Oh, now this is rich. Let me guess. I'm going to have to carry you on this aren't I? Well, I expect a thank you.

3) No, Seriously, what's wrong with this place?
[She was just staring at this weird, anonymous message that she'd just gotten. There was a symbol in it, one that she might or might not have recognized if she could care about it. She just rolled her eyes in irritation before closing the thing.

Only then could she feel something was a little off, but she wasn't entirely sure what as she walked down the street. When she saw someone, she felt it a bit more strongly, and she practically skipped over to them and just smiled, a bright, childish smile as warm as sunshine. All this while a voice in her mind was screaming in rage.]

Why hello there!

DICE BLOCK

[Okay, this is. Well, it's not great. Literally he woke up about fifteen minutes ago, left the bedroom, and now he's... What is this, Snakes and Ladders? He's disoriented, confused, less scared than he probably should be, and more confused. Something that isn't helped by walking into some kind of Silent Hill meets Mojoworld situation.]

[It takes a moment for him to even realise anyone else is there. His senses are all kinds of messed up and he's honestly got other things at the forefront of his mind. Maybe he's suddenly aware of someone's fear, or they make a noise, or maybe he just tuns his head, but he notices them. And then stands there awkwardly for what feels like ages before he decides to introduce himself.]

Uh, hey. I'm--

[NEVERMIND. There's an important, giggly announcement that definitely has that serial killer vibe about it, and Terry looks around uncertainly. Speaking more to himself than his new pal this time.]

Good thing I love to suffer, apparently.

DANCE DANCE

[Terry is not a dancer.]

[Let's be clear on that. He's got no rhythm, no natural sense of what to do with his body, and boot camp might have made him unlikely to trip over his own limbs, but he's still just a generally awkward guy.]

[So it makes sense that it takes all of ten seconds for him to fuck up the steps. Which is fine! Everybody makes mistakes. What's less fine is hearing something above him, and seeing a ceiling of spikes moving. He would go so far as to say that is the antithesis of fine! Terrible, in fact!]

Is this a joke?

[It's not a joke. He knows that and he hates it.]

WILDCARD[Whatever you want! Let's party!]

[Just as a heads up, one of Terry's powers is that he can sense fear (as in the existence of the feeling, and the specifics of what that fear is of) and I haven't decided how to change that for Deerington yet if at all, so just lmk if you want to not deal with that.]

i. Dance Dance Revolution

This is. This is less than ideal. The bass on the music is loud enough that he can follow along, mostly, and there are the arrows on the screen to help him keep time. But Clint is definitely Not A Dancer.

Oh sure, he can do trapeze tricks and parkour his way around New York for superheroing, but when it comes to day to day things like, you know. Walking? He has a tendency to trip over his own two feet. It's a curse, really.

And those spikes are pretty ominous looking. "So this is not great..."

ii. Character Arrival.

It's not the most disturbing dream he's had? But it's up there. The welcome basket is -- weird, but at least he has his bow. No arrows, so that's kind of a bummer, but he feels better just having it. Like a security blanket.

The thing around his wrist is a confusion. It looks like Stark Tech, but even fancier. So he stands outside of the building he's woken up in (definitely not Bed Stuy, not even New York -- maybe not even Earth?!?!) and pokes helplessly at his Fluid. Trying to make something happen without much success.

iii. Wildcard

[Hit me!]

Roll of the Dice

What the-!?

[This certainly wasn’t where Mami expected to end up today. Somehow this place seemed to continue to surprise her despite bracing herself as much as possible. But walking out your front door onto a game board…well there is no prepping for that.

The only thing that seems possible now is unfortunately just to place. She dreads the thought of what could happen, but there isn’t really a choice either?

She turns her attention to the nearest player.]

Are you okay with this?

Emoji Movie

[At first it seems like a harmless text. Just a simple crying emoji. It did concern Mami a little, but when she tried to text back nothing worked. So she tried to write it off as whatever… but it suddenly started to weigh on her mind. A lot.

First she was just a little sad, but it started to get worse and worse. She tries to leave the house to see if she just needs to walk it off, but suddenly tears are in her eyes. She can’t fight back her crying for long and has to stop during her walk to sit down on a bench. Mami tries to hold in as much as she can, but soon she’s breaking into full sobs.

The girl can feel people staring, and she tries to wave it off.]

I-I’m fine….I’m fine… I’m sorry….

Wildcard
((Go for it!))

Edited 2019-08-25 06:04 (UTC)

1. on the ~~chopping~~ dice block

[ CW: Violence. ]

[ Not the first time the stakes have been high--because they generally are, or else he wouldn't be here. No sense in taking the jobs that don't glean a decent reward, right? (Of course the fact that he never really receives said reward is beyond the point.) If anyone shouldn't be taking part as a ~~human~~ living game piece on a life-sized game board, it's Dante.

Because while Dante may like to gamble and play, he is absolutely abysmal on his best days. This is not one of those days.

Rolling "fuck" is about right.

Dante steps forward onto a decidedly unlucky space, and it's only moments before he's quite violently impaled on a blade nearly as tall as him. He stumbles backwards a few steps and seemingly goes limp, but doesn't fall over.

Then just gives a grating sigh as he straightens. ]

That's gonna itch for days.

[ Annoying! ]

2. dance dance baby

[ After the last game, it's not at all surprising that the next area they're forcibly corralled into is another comical display show with their lives on the line. Dante scratches the side of his nose as he steps forward, eyeing the dance pads with moderate interest. But it's when he looks upward that he drops his had and whistles. ]

One piece just wasn't enough, eh? Whoever's playing popper master is getting greedy.

[ The lights on the dance pads come to life and flicker on and off in an enticing circular pattern. ]

Right, right--get on with the pony show. We got it!

3. that's not a "meh" face

[ If you didn't think that Dante didn't get an eggplant emoji, you're just hoping for something to be kinder. But it isn't.

He also got a sandwich, which honestly just makes it a strange mindset to be in. ]

[ You are getting this text on accident. Sorry. ]

delivery near me

4. wildcard

[ Hit me up! Dante is ready to rock. ]

ARRIVAL

[If you're wondering where those gunshots came from, there's some fresh holes in this ceiling courtesy of someone waking up from a very stressful dream (which is saying a lot) under the assumption that he's in danger somehow. It's just that somehow is not at all what he expected it to be when he opened his eyes.]

[Whatever, that's fine. It's all fine. At some point, a robot and his polyhedral friend step out onto the street. He pegs this as Earth pretty quick based on the stars, but... Well nothing else about this makes any sense. But that's cool. That's great. He can handle whatever all this is. Rather than than talk to anyone, he looks to his Ghost and puts his hands on his hips.]

You gettin' anything here?

[She "blinks" a couple of times and looks around too before immediately flying right into the nearest person's face. They might here a quick "Hey--" from her before Cayde rushes over and interrupts in the form of pushing her away and behind him.]

Can you stop-- [Hi hello new friend] Sorry about, uh... About that.

[UM]

How's it going?

[Nailed it.]

DANCE DANCE

[Here's the deal. Guardians are great dancers. So Cayde isn't even worried! Sure there's giant death spikes looming over them, the ever present threat of a slow and painful death always around the corner, but he's got this! They're got this. Teamwork makes the dream work and all that. This is no big deal. He claps his new dance partner on the shoulder and rolls his neck in some kind of display to say he's ready.]

Alright buddy. We're gonna be great.

WILDCARD

[Sometimes you just wanna do something I haven't suggested yet.]

[~~Speaking of teammates~~]

I rather not have you slowing me down so this works out fine.

[Vanitas stands a few feet behind her, hands clenched loosely into fists at his side. He doesn't like this. He doesn't want to play a long to this stupid game but until he finds a way out of it, there isn't much of a choice. At least, most of the other players look meek aside from the blond in front of him.

Things were less crowded and simple when it was just the old-man and eye-patch...He's glad he doesn't have to work with Sparky or the rest of the organization. He never did work well with others.

Vanitas smirks casually under his mask and gives a nod of his head in the direction of the dice]

We don't have all day so hurry up already.

DICE BLOCK

[So far? So good. It's his third turn and nothing bad's happened to him yet. Even if his heart stops every time his name (ugh, his name. There goes his shot at a false identity,) comes up, this time with a five and Eames practically holds his breath while he counts the spaces ahead to prepare himself.]

[Lucky him! It's a clover! Eames strides over five spaces and what he gets is... A bandage. He stares at it for a while, holding it in his hands, and then looks at his. What even are they? Opponent? Teammate? Partner in punishment? Whatever they are, he turns and gestures with the roll to show them and raises an eyebrow.]

Feels like a hint about what's to come, huh?

THAT'S NOT A "MEH" FACE!

[Literally pick an emoji and I'll see what I can come up with for you (winky face)(eggplant)(knife)]

[Or you be the emoji! Or we can both be the emojis together.]

WILDCARD[My prompts not interesting enough for you? I don't blame you. HMU we can do whatever]

Edited (it's 6am don't judge me) 2019-08-25 05:18 (UTC)

Honestly, when she sees him, she almost thinks it's just-- this town, this place. Another illusion, another lie. Something to get fingers in her chest. But somehow, watching him standing there, poking at his Fluid and she starts to entertain the idea that maybe this isn't another trick, another lie.

She's likely a little bit different than the last time he saw her. Colder, angrier, though it lurks under the surface, the sort of thing she doesn't talk about. Not like she knows anyone well enough for it to matter. No one's sharp enough to pick up on it, so it just festers. "How do you manage to mess up a touch-screen?"

I hope you can learn to stop caring about the people who keep hurting you, she'd written to him in a letter not so very long ago. And yet, she walks over easy as anything, steps silent and light as she brushes red hair behind one of her ears. Some mistakes were hard to resist.

Dance Dance
[It’s not like Zaveid has been here for long at all. A few days, tops. It really doesn’t feel like he’s stepped up from what he’d been doing before, in his own world. Sure, the world had just been saved, but it wasn’t in exactly good condition.

Unless you counted Malakhim being invisible again as “good condition”, which Zaveid absolutely doesn’t.

He’s never seen a television before, though, so all he can do is cautiously look the room over, quickly noticing the danger, even if he can’t actually understand what he’s supposed to do, at least not until he actually reads the instructions on the TV.]

The hell? Is this this supposed to be a joke? What kind of dance off has giant arrows telling you what to do!

Emojis
[It became clear to Zaveid very early on that this world was a very different place than the one he’s familiar with. From the place he’d woken up in, to the strange town he’s spent more time than he cares to admit wandering around just to get a feel of it, to the frankly alarming mechanical monstrosities that screech noisily whenever he gets too close.

So when the strange tiny screen he was given displays a symbol on it all of a sudden, he has absolutely no idea what to make of it. Clearly the thing to do is do what anyone who doesn’t know what to make of yet another bizarre aspect of Deerington: ask a fellow Sleeper.]

Do you know what this is supposed to mean? It’s kind of creepy, don’t you think?

[If you chose to look at his phone, well…]

"Because I'm the last human on earth to still have a landline. And a pager -- how do you even -- " The answer comes automatically before it fully registers who's talking to him. But then he sees her, and his entire being just sort of. Softens.

"Hey." He says, with a lopsided smile. Rubbing behind his ear in a self conscious gesture. "Fancy seeing you um. Wherever we are."

Oh? Delivery of what? And ... who is this? I have never used this device before!

Leave it to Deerington to find new ways of bastardizing things Wrench remembers with some fondness. If the menagerie of odd creatures and blade-wielding lunatics aren't enough to keep a person endlessly on edge, starvation and conscripted hobbies with lethal outcomes are guaranteed to ensure no one feels settled for very long. When Wrench finds himself walking through yet another false portal, he gives himself a moment to take stock of the scene. He can feel the dull vibration around him, and the flashing neon lights give off the impression of having wandered into a club. It's the ceiling he notices next, even before the wide-eyed stranger who looks just as confused by his present surroundings.

By now he's become familiar with the unexpected ways whoever has control seeks to pair and divide them. Enemies and friends can be situational, and there's no guarantee from one minute to the next that any will act in their assigned roles. Trust is built and broken as easily as assessing another's immediate intent, and here Wrench sees the assumption of teamwork. He gives the stranger an appraising once-over and points ominously overhead to the spikes before flicking two fingers to himself as if to say, Keep your eyes on me.

~ ARRIVAL ~
[Are you up by the reservoir? Maybe? Hey, if you are, there's a high chance you'll hear some loud splashing. Something big swimming in the water. Some kind of new threat? A horrible new monster?]

[Well, it's a bright reddish pink creature, that's for sure. And when it pops halfway out of the water, it seems to have the head of a shark. A smiling shark.]

Hello! Are you a resident of this village? Can you assist me? I would be eternally grateful for it!

~ EMOJI ~

🐠

Oh! It's a fish! How delightful! Can anyone else see it? Should I use more?

[There's a pause in the text.]

THERE ARE SO MANY MORE!!

🤩 🦈 🌶 😍 ❣️❣️❣️

[... please stop him.]

[Gunshots. That...doesn't happen around here often, so far as the turtle's noted. Not unless there's aliens or creepster nuns roaming about anyway. Then yeah, sure. The sound of gunfire is completely reasonable.

In Raphael's book it means something potentially interesting might be going on, which is why he's drawn over to investigate, not unlike a moth to a flame. And while there's no xenomorphs or the like to show for it, there's...a robot? Wearing clothes? That's a new one.

Being in this weirdo town's made him a bit bolder when it comes to showing himself. And then this here's a robot guy. With... a tiny...robot friend? In any case, here's an almost five-foot-tall teenage turtle dropping down from a roof across the way.]

Whoa-!

[He leans back as he nearly gets a Ghost in face before eyeing the Guardian, brow arching under his mask.]

...'sup.

Don't worry buddy, this kid's got you covered.

"Pick two arrows you're totally aster at hitting," pipes up the kid in shades who is adamantly refusing to look up at the descending spikes. "I'll take care of the other two."

[ the look eames gets back from his fellow player is... unnervingly blank for a kid his age, a stillness to his features that doesn't quite manage to translate to tobias' awkward, stilted body language or the way he moves like he's not quite used to the length of his own limbs.

victim of a sudden growth spurt recently, maybe? who can be sure. there's a small bruise forming on one of his cheeks, the result of one unlucky roll on his part at the start, but he's been ignoring willfully. honestly, he spends far more time checking his watch than concerning himself with the fallout of the game, but a direct question from eames manages to be enough to catch and hold his attention for now. ]

I really don't understand the point of this game.

She can't help the fact that his smile softens something about her. Her blue eyes a little less sharp as she looks him over; still a disaster, but one she's glad to see. Her lips curve a little and it's nowhere near as sweet as his, but it's- something. Most people wouldn't notice, but Clint knows her a little better than most.

Natasha slowly moves in closer, comfortable with leaving him to struggle with his fluid as she tried to work out how this went. "Deerington. Some weird version of Maine. Or a dream. Still not quite sure which."

She wouldn't admit that to just anyone, but well. It was just off enough and just unreal enough and she knew what dreams felt like, that way it clung to your skin. Even the peaceful parts. "And now here you are." Whether that made it more or less likely to be a dream, she didn't quite know. But she was a little glad for the company, even if he vanished under her fingertips.

🦅

[ absolutely no help at all, sorry. ]

i. character arrival

The first thing Dick notices is the jarring silence. He's gotten so used to always hearing the buzz of voices on the Psychic Network that he'd never realised just how deafening it is not to have other people speaking directly into your mind.

It's so... lonely.

Waking up in a strange location is nothing new, but he then notices the second thing: he can't open a portal. He's completely cut off from Liminal Space, as far as he can tell, including all the Liminal and Psychic abilities he'd gotten from it.

Okay.

He eats the food in the basket and moves on, taking to the streets in his civvies, shades in place as he takes in Deerington.

ii. dice block

As soon as that little 'tutorial' speech is ended, Dick's glancing over at the other players, grinning brightly despite dreading what's about to happen.

"Anyone else not feeling too turbed, right now?" he asks, voice lighthearted even as a name flashes up on the screen and the numbers begin to cycle.

iii. dance dance

"Seriously? DDR with death penalty?" Dick quips, brow arching up as he stares at the spikes. Then he's looking over to his teammate, asking, "When - if ever - is the last time you played?"

For some reason, he doesn't seem that worried about the impending doom spikes hovering over them.

He's probably a little touched in the head.

Or potentially gotten too used to revival.

iv. wildcard
(hit me up)

Edited 2019-08-25 08:58 (UTC)

[Just Dice Block this month]

The instant he walked through the front door and found himself on a massive game board, Aziraphale's wings fluffed up in immediate surprise and anger. His nerves were already a little raw, lately, after the things he'd been through because of the Mayor's damnable trap, and by extension, it was making him a little jumpy. In turn, it left him feeling very done with whatever situation he had just found himself forced into. He wasn't even shocked that he had been transported somewhere new again. He was just fed up.

He curled his nose in anger when he saw the screen overhead beginning to scroll a series of instructions, crossing his arms as his large, white-and-black speckled wings spread, mantling behind his back in a way that screamed "I am big, I am frightening, be afraid of me!" without saying a word.

"No! Absolutely not! I'm done playing your games, you can't just treat people like this!"

Dimly, he couldn't help the way Gabriel's voice mumbled in his head; 'God does not play games with the universe,' nor Crowley's snarky reply afterward. 'Where have you been?' indeed. He was beginning to feel as if this was Lucifer's own version of 'The Universe,' the antithesis of whatever games She might have wanted to play with the Earth. If the events of the waking realm were influenced by her Grace, then surely the dreaming realm had to be what Earth would be like if the Devil were in charge, instead.

If he had been able to do so, Aziraphale would have miracled himself a chair, right in the middle off his square. Without the luxury, he dropped to the ground in a huff, petulant as a child and conscious of the fact. If they wanted him to play a game, the he would simply refuse. He didn't need food or water. He could wait as long as they could, possibly even longer.

[If there's something else you want to play, as always just DM me or poke me on plurk at tronja307020! I'm always open for suggestions!]

Edited 2019-08-25 09:47 (UTC)

Hey there! Potential applicant here. I have a few questions pertaining to Rantaro here that I'd like to get out of the way.

1. I read on your FAQ that communicating through physical means such as ASL needs to be learned between characters, but characters can read eachother's texts just fine... After the events of his CRAU, Rantaro here ended up psycologically mute and communicates primarily through writing. Does that count as physical means?

2. I was thinking of having Rantaro's tattoo be antlers that wrap around his neck like a collar, one antler on each side of the neck. Is that allowed?

(Arrival) No, I must be dreaming.
[Well... The last thing he remembered was dreaming about being dragged through a forest, but now he's awake in an unfamiliar bedroom reading a freshly typed note that insists he's still asleep.

Truth be told, he isn't sure what to make of this Sodder person. At least some of his stuff came with him. Plus his memories, thank god; he's still missing some, but he hasn't lost any. And the Fluid device...

Huh. That sure is way too many people for a killing game logged into deerFeed. Or at least it seems like it...

You'll find him outside the dwellings he woke up in after he's taken a bite of the food provided and slipped on his shoulder bag. He's got his Fluid strapped to his wrist, but he's also holding up a spiral notebook with a message written on it in letters large enough to be seen from a distance:]

Can't speak; Still needs awnsers

[Here's hoping the message is clear enough for whoever finds him.]

(Dice Block) One step forward, and two steps back.
[Welp. He definitely didn't expect to find himself on a giant board game.

The Fluid seems more convenient than pencil and paper, so he has enough time to jot down three things and show it to his partner: "I'm Rantaro. I can't speak." He wrote down his number right above the words "Text Me".

Then he glances at the screen. It's his turn, and the die is rolling.

Gulp.]

(Emoji) Texting with Rantaro.
❓
[That's what he got sent to him. A big, fat, question mark.

What?

Rantaro has to consult deerFeed about this.]

Okay, has anyone else gotten a weird text with only an emoji on it? Does this sort of thing happen all the time?

[.... Oh no.]

Why do I feel the need to ask questions all of a sudden?

[Well, it could be worse.]

Wildcard
[Heads up, Rantaro's from a murdergame canon and is CRAU'd from a murdergame. If you'd rather not deal with that sort of thing, please let me know.]

[The other player gives him an uneasy nod.

Rantaro's been fortunate enough not to step on an unlucky space, but he knows damn well his luck could turn at any moment.]

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Character Arrival

QUESTIONS

Larxene | Kingdom Hearts | OTA

Terrance Ward || Marvel 616

Clint Barton | Marvel 616

Mami Tomoe | Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Dante | Devil May Cry 3

Cayde-6 || Destiny

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Eames || Inception

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Zaveid | Tales of Berseria

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Sidon | Zelda: BoTW | ota

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Robin (Dick) | Young Justice/CRAU | ota

Aziraphale | Good Omens | OTA

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Rantaro Amami | Danganronpa V3 (Lockdown CRAU) | OTA

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