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NOVEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME

NOVEMBER 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to November's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: DEATH/ZOMBIE 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: Possible mild cannibalism, organs (including pictures of fake food that looks like organs), mutant insect in linked picture, blood, sensations of starvation, possible binge eating, possible binge drinking.
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

NOT BEAST NOR KIN

The blood and organs that have been festering in the ground and walls of Deerington seem to not only be attracting rats at this point, but something far more dangerous and... just plain gross. These deadly looking maggots are roughly the size of an average human. They’re slithering in an out of the ground, filling up holes where some organs seem to have burst open, or writhing around in the wake of the red waves that have left bloody puddles in the street. If you keep your distance, they’re mostly just disgusting to watch, adding to the feeling of utter decay that the town has gone into.

But those who wander too close or who are unfortunate enough to go by a nest of these maggots without noticing could end up swarmed. They can leap farther than something that large should physically be capable of and the sharp teeth on the end of their bodies will pierce through even the toughest of skin and bone. Once they latch on, they won’t let go; not until they’ve finished their meal. If you aren’t quick, the blood loss will be, and you could end up an evening snack for a whole group of these creatures.

They are fairly easy to kill, luckily. Average weapons seem to take them down or you can smash their heads (if you can call it that) with a few good stomps from a boot. The only trouble is how quick they move and how strong they are; you might need to call for help to get away from them when you get cornered by too many of these monsters.

ALL YOU CAN EAT

Maggots aren’t the only things that want to eat, though! And it seems that the community center is aware of that as well. Advertisements are strewn all over town for an all you can eat buffet that will be set up, not even an entrance fee required (though donations are welcome at the door if you’re feeling generous). No one in their right mind would want to go and get food from a party into Deerington at this point though, right? Of course not. You’re way too clever for that.

Except that as the party draws closer, anyone who saw the advertisements will find themselves slowly feeling like they’re starving. There’s a hallow belly feeling that no amount of food you consume will ever be able to fill. It feels like you might go crazy from how bad the hunger gets, craving something to fill your stomach, anything... And in the back of your mind, you might remember the buffet. You might start to feel a strange realization that the food they’re offering will actually help get rid of your cravings and you’ll be drawn to the party no matter how adamant you’ve been that it’s not a good idea.

The spread they offer isn’t something that should be appetizing to most on a regular basis; raw, very clearly human organs are laid out across the table on fairly decorative plates. A fountain of what looks like blood is put up in place of chocolate for you to dip your food into. No matter how disgusted you might normally feel, you find yourself practically drooling at the mouth and you’re quick to grab a plate and dive in.

At least the drinks look like they’re normal; sodas, beer, wine, champagne, and liquors ready to create your favorite cocktails. A menu will give you an idea of what pairs best with each organ, so make sure you select something that goes perfectly with your plate of intestines.

What would a Deerington party be without something tricky attached to all this. Even the smallest bites of any of the organs will offer sudden changes to the consumer, each power growing stronger the more that you eat.

Eating BRAINS will make it so that you are able to hear another person’s thoughts. Anyone standing near by, really. They’ll trickle in slowly at first, but the more that you eat, the more you’ll hear, and eventually it could become overwhelming. Sometimes you can focus in on just one person if you stare at them intently, but that could make you look like a creep. Maybe you should just go somewhere quiet until it passes.

Eating a HEART will make you feel compelled to confess your emotions to someone. Maybe a specific person or maybe it’s towards a complete stranger, but you just want to get everything out onto the table. You’re overcome with feelings so strong you don’t know how to contain them anymore and you’ve just got to get them out somehow.

Eating LIVER will cause you to want to drink. A lot. You might find that you’re not able to get enough, even. It doesn’t make you immune to the alcohol though, so it’s got the potential to lead some pretty nasty alcohol poisoning if you aren’t careful. Characters who usually can’t get drunk will find that consuming liver makes them a total lightweight. Woops. Better have someone help you walk home.

Eating the STOMACH will make you want to eat everything. You’ll no longer feel starving, but you just want to taste any food that’s near you, and you won’t stop no matter how full you feel. It’s not just organs, but any food consumed outside of the buffet. It might be a bad time to go to Peter’s Pizza for a late night meal.

Eating INTESTINES will give you an abundance of courage. You’ll find that you’ve got guts you never knew you had and it might make you willing to go tell your crush how you feel about them, or tell off that one guy who’s been pissing you off for weeks, or maybe you might start to think it’s cool to go scale a building or fight a monster when you don’t have any skill sets to actually take one down. Hopefully you don’t do anything you’ll regret in the morning— assuming you don’t get yourself killed doing something stupid, of course.

Eating EYEBALLS will allow you to obtain the memory of the first person that you touch. Depending on how much you’ve eaten, you may just see a small snippet or you could get sucked in to a full and heavy flashback. The memory will feel like it takes place in real time, but by the time that it’s over, you’ll find that whoever you touched is only just starting to ask you what’s wrong — or tell you to watch where you’re going, buster.

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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Uhhhh. [will's eloquence knows no bounds. he swallows hard a couple times, then manages an awkward wave.] Hi. Um. I'm Will of...Hawkins. I guess. Uh.

I'm not. Scared, I just. Uh.

Hi.

[ His mouth thins, though his words remain cordial. ]

You mean a witch?

[ He will have this question answered before he asks anything more. ]

1. Do Groots Dream of Wooden Sheep?

Groot isn't particularly bothered by waking up in a strange place--he's been through worse. Do you know what he is bothered by, though? Waking up with a buRNING FEELING ON HIS BUTTCHEEK. He climbs out of bed and cranes his head over his shoulder to get a better look, doing a little spin as he realizes he couldn't quite see whatever was there. Frustrated, he gives up and felt for what was causing the stinging feeling. Someone had carved something there. Asshole.

The basket next to his bed contains very little; a mushroom (he threw it in his mouth), a handheld edition of Arcade Defender (he threw it on his pillow), and a few pieces of paper (he threw them on the ground). Some of us have better things to do than sit around and read letters. Things like figuring out whether he's dead, or if the answer to that is no, getting back to the big fucking deal fight he was in the middle of.

"I am Groot?" he calls into the street, hoping for an answer.

2. Groot in the Streets in the town of Deerington
Groot's little feet slosh through blood as he makes his way toward the city center, trying to make sense of what exactly he's walked into. Are those worms in that puddle? Does he recognize those worms? Well, there's one way to find out. By sticking his face right in there.

3. They Eat Groots, Don't They?
There are worse things than an all-you-can-eat buffet of mysterious origin. Especially a buffet with an open bar. Groot does not recognize a single drink at said open bar, but he has sure combined half of them into a single cup. He drops an eyeball into what has to be the most unpleasant garbage soda ever devised before throwing the whole thing back in a few gulps. Wow, that was sure something. Time to try again.

"I am Groot," he grumbles as he clumsily reaches across the table for a bottle of clear liquid with little gold flecks floating in it, knocking over a few other bottles in the process. Aaand there's a partially-eaten chunk of liver on the ground by his little feet, so that tracks.

[ Lotor takes his appearance as a whole and promptly nudges him with his boot. ]

Are you alive?

I have been called such, though usually by sorts who don't like me. Magic is not exactly commonplace where I come from, but many in the military learn it, even those without a particular gift for it. I simply happen to be very good at it.

[ he knows she's there, but he isn't talking to her. in fact, he expected her to have run off ages ago, but it seems like she wants to stick around to watch the show. weirdo. she isn't even human, is she? she feels off. he doesn't like it.

you don't like anything. ]

No. I fuckin' don't. [ you should answer her. she thinks you're talking to her. ]

Star system? [ he looks just as incredulous as he sounds, glancing over at the brunette. sheathing away his dagger, he bends down to examine the dead worm more closely. ] I don't know. What star system is Earth in? [ part-sarcasm, part-actual fucking question. ]

Got a bag, lady?

[ Being simply told "it's nice to meet you" feels like a greater blow than it should, from someone who had gone from an enemy to a close confidant, to--well, she's still figuring that out--but Allura steels herself to the best of her ability. If she hadn't spent over a deca-phoeb in Deerington, she would be handling this differently. But she's grown used to the contoured spheres, as the Earth saying goes.

No, you're the one that's mistaken she wants to say, but bites her tongue. There's no logical reason Lotor wouldn't know who she is, not after all the effort he put into Voltron, into overthrowing his father, into the greater secrets of Altean's Alchemic history.

Well, there is one reason. She tightens her hold instinctively on her stave. ]

I would be glad to, but first I'm afraid that I'm going to have to be forward--what is it that you recall of Voltron? In your most recent memory.

Bucky's not eating anything here. That's what he thinks when he enters, but the thought is soon forgotten. Liver's really not such a strange food to eat, anyway, is it? He'd eaten a lot of it during the depression, even if it had been processed differently back then.

Food really is so much better now, he thinks as he eats it, but it's only a moment before his mind is on drinks. He's so thirsty and it's the glimmering bottle of Goldschlager that catches his eye first. He snatches it just before Groot does, popping the top off and taking a long swig.

It's not good, but it hits the spot, anyway.

You're right. I don't know you.

[But he's on edge, regardless. Until he knows for sure who this is, where their allegiance lies... then... then there's only caution. Trepidation. He keeps his voice as level as possible, however, though he doesn't relax his stance.]

You're Galra. That's all I know.

And what do you do with your magic?

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[There is one thing that Groot cares about. One single item that he didn't leave behind when he woke up in Deerington. One piece of outdated trash that reminds him of his family.]

[Arcade Defender. Handheld.]

[And he will be damned if some asshole goose is going to take that away from him.]

"I AM GROOT!"

[He shouldn't have left his window open. He climbs through it, narrowly avoiding a faceplant, in pursuit of that horrible goose.]

As a rule?

Fry my enemies with bolts of lightning out of the clear blue sky if they are unwise enough to attack. Spells of protection to shield my allies. It's mostly elemental magic of one sort or another.

[I. ARRIVAL.]

[ Steven's not sure what to make of it when he comes to in a bed that isn't his own. He blinks up at the ceiling, and it's not long before his gaze is turned outside, to a darker-than-dark nighttime and an eerily haunting moon. Red, he thinks. It always has to be red.

But clearly this must be a dream. Shit was bizarre lately, sure, but this is an entirely new level of weird. So he just needs to tell himself to wake up, or wait for his phone to go off and pull him back into consciousness. Until then? He'll see what his dream has in store. It's spooky, but it doesn't quite feeling alarming enough to be a nightmare.

At least, that's what he tells himself as he makes his way on to the street, looking both ways before picking a direction and walking. Steven's not sure what he's looking for. He figures he'll know it when he sees it. That's dream logic, right? ]

[II. ALL YOU CAN EAT]

[ He stares at the spread in front of him.

Steven is acutely aware of the fact that his stomach should be churning. He doesn't necessarily consider himself delicate, but a reasonable response to a variety of obviously human organs is probably to feel nauseated. Instead, all he feels is an overwhelming pang of hunger and something stronger than reason telling him to eat.

Of all the things, the liver seems the most palatable, or maybe he's just starving and the liver is the closest thing. Either way, he slops one on to his plate. The forkful he takes after is huge, and he may as well be eating a rare steak after a hard day, the way he savours it. Finally, something filling his stomach. There's a beer nearby and he chugs a good portion of it before he even realizes it. Another piece of liver, and the beer is gone, quickly replaced by another.

He probably won't be proud of this later.]

[III. WILDCARD.]

Choose your own adventure. Any prompt will do, especially in regards to other buffet items. Go crazy.

[ Lotor looks seemingly calm, confidant. But inside his head, his mind is brewing with questions, extracting answers from her stance, tone, anything that will tell him her intent with such an inquiry. ]

I know of the lions like any child who grew up in the Empire in the last 10,000 years.

Why do you ask?

Theo!

[ Steven spots her from the other side of the street. He's been wandering. He's not sure how long, honestly, but mostly he's been trying to tell himself to wake up. There's something like relief when he sees his sister, though. She's unmistakable, and he moves across the road to cut off her path.

He doesn't think about how weird it is for him to dream about his siblings. Steven, as a whole, doesn't really dream in general (or he doesn't remember that he does). He blames all of the recent events for bringing his family to the front of his mind. ]

Hey - [ He doesn't actually know what to follow that up with. ] Uh. Hey.

I am Prince Lotor of the Galra Empire.

[ Is that Galra enough for you? ]

I assume you know of the Empire.

[ He does. Of course, he does. No one reacted to him in that manner without a deep-rooted history behind it. He can already imagine what he might have suffered at the hands of some unknown Galra and despite his reputation for working with the conquered people of the Empire, he knows it won't shed any kind of leniency toward him. Lotor is used to being prematurely judged on all sides. He holds no illusions what to expect here and keeps his sword unsheathed just in case he has to parry some mindless attack for crimes he is unaware of. ]

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Okay.

[His hand pulls back. Splays out to his side. He even shifts his weight away from her, offering her a little more space.] Okay. I won't.

Are you hurt?

[At least he seems pretty cool with it, even if Taako is fixing him his own sly little grin as he finds his enjoyment in it all. He swaps back to Common and while he doesn't flinch, he's certainly still standing there holding his groceries and not displaying the kind of openness Legolas is framing.]

Uhhh, I'm kinda more of the adventuring guy? Not really into all of that, uh, labels? Let's go with labels.

[Taako takes a quick up and down glance at him, trying to surmise exactly what he's dealing with here.]

Sooo I'm gonna guess wood elf? You, you seem like a woods guy.

Sure. Fantastic. Awesome. [Theo waves a gloved hand, vaguely, at the unfamiliar house.] I'd love the hidden cameras to pop out any second now. I've got shit to do, I'm over this.

...uh-huh. [She still looks skeptical, but she steps closer, slowly, twisting her fingers together for a moment.] You promise you're not gonna...y'know. Kill me with your bare hands?

[ Stories.

All he knows are stories.

Allura doesn't try to hide the surprise that seeps in on her own expression, the way her lips hang open slightly. The concept of timeline discrepancies--perhaps even alternate timelines entirely have become an often discussed topic amongst the other arrivals and within her core group of Paladins. It had begun with Shiro, so far behind that he hadn't even known that he disappeared for a time.

But this is before then...this is before the lions were discovered, before the new Paladins had ever awakened her and Coran on Arus.

This is...monumental.

Allura straightens fully to a proper stance, commanding attention and raising her chin. ]

Because I am Princess Allura of Altea, and there is a time when we will cross paths because of those Lions, Prince Lotor.

[ Prince. Not Emperor. Not now. ]

I guess there's not a whole lot of variety. What do you normally eat?

[Good question. Ace gets asked this all the time, but this is the first time he genuinely doesn't know the answer.]

[He groans and moves his hat off his face to look up at the person. Does that count? He might be a zombie! Except he still has his shadow. So. Uh....????]

Who're you?

[Logically, seeing Steve should make Theo more annoyed. What with everything that's happened recently, she has a couple dozen reasons to be pissed at him. Hell, she always has a couple dozen reasons to be pissed at him.

But the strange town and the eerie bright red moon has her unnerved, and there's a part of her, however carefully hidden, that is still eight years old, believing that her big brother can make everything okay. That he won't let anything happen to her.

Bullshit, but she still feels immediate relief on seeing him.]

Steve. Shit, you're here too? [Theo reaches up, rakes her fingers through her hair, looks him up and down.] ...you okay?

[ He shakes the image of the witch from his mind's eye and reminds himself that this woman is not the one who bewitched his father. He straightens his shoulders and continues with that in mind. ]

Your allies must hold a great deal of respect for you, I would imagine.

As for my questions, I have a few, though I would like to start with the one most likely asked by many who've just arrived - How do we know this is a dream? Is there any proof or is it simply the accepted theory that remains unchallenged?

Ah sorry!

[Literally jumps to his feet and bows!]

That's rude, you're supposed to introduce yourself first!

I'm Ace, Portgas D. Ace. [Another bow.]

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NOT BEAST NOR KIN

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taako's pretty much the worst elf to find tbh

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