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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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[ Steve grew up in rural Indiana, he's already got his ears covered and is standing well out of the way. His dad doesn't hunt (ha) but he's had friends whose dads so, tagged along once or twice. It's not for him, but he knows it's important to be safe.

When the noise ends and the maggots are a pile of putrid goo on the sidewalk Steve uncovers his ears, makes a disgusted face. ]

Ugh, gross.

[ She'd thought she'd found closure on what happened with Molly, sitting in that caravan unable to do anything - no visual context to what had been going on... And then pain and darkness followed by grief. And the grief didn't stop, it just changed and adapted to a new situation. To the loss of Yasha. And that guilt only grew because she'd been there this time and hadn't been able to do anything to stop it. She hadn't been able to save Yasha.

They bump horns and she holds on a little tighter. ] It's so good to see you.

[ And she can only hope he likes her new outfit. He would have loved Xhorhas. Jester will have to show him drawings from her journal once she's done being an emotional wreck. ]

[ mickey has not gone hunting once in his life, but he handles the rifle like it's second nature. things that happen when you grow up mobster. after the last of the worm things stops moving, the safety's flicked back on and the barrel of the AK's rested on his shoulder as mickey takes a careful few steps closer, nose wrinkling in disgust. ]

Jesus, those are some nasty little fucks. [ he's brought a hand up now to cover his nose, and mickey's not getting closer than 5 or so yards to the nearest dead thing. gross. ]

Is this the kind of shit you people usually have going on here? Maybe clean the goddamn streets once in a while, you think?

[Reno doesn't jump, or show any outward indication of surprise, but the orc definitely gets a raised eyebrow and a brief hesitation to stop himself following his instincts and swinging at this dude too. Anything he's seen that looks close to this guy has been a violent monster, but he's not being attacked by him so... Probably not a feral monster from the wilderness.]

[Moment passed, Reno decides to answer the question by stamping on another maggot, baton snapping out to start beating the shit out of these things. He's not eager to really get in there, but hell yes he fights.]

[ Yeah steve is not going anywhere near those things. Last time they exploded all over his new white sneakers and he is not having that happen again ]

Yeah, let me just get a mop and clean the entire town. [ He's rolling his eyes, because are you serious? ] It's not usually this gross. Last month everything was made of organs and stuff, and there was blood all over the place. Having some maggots around is gross, but not as gross as hearing a heartbeat in your wall at night.

[ the more steve tells him, the higher mickey's brows raise, because that sounds like some edward allen poe bullshit and he's not here for it. and yeah, he is serious, which is why he's still lingering around the maggot corpses. ]

Yeah, you're not making a great case for 'not usually this gross'. [ just. putting it out there. ] Look, you leave shit like this around, it festers, more nasty dumbfuck animals start picking at it, you end up with a worse problem than you started with. Nobody wants to be the fuckin' garbage man, but somebody's gotta take the shit job.

[ the point is, he's not intending to leave rotting corpses just hanging around, and prettyboy here clearly isn't up to the grunt work, so here we go. the rifle's swung around to hang at his back again and mickey tugs his sweater collar up to cover his nose and mouth as he paces around the gross pile, trying to decide the best way to do this. ]

Yo, Farrah, you got any gasoline?

Yeah usually it's aliens stalking the street trying to rip limbs off, or forcing us to fight each other for food, or sewer monsters that take over your body. [ way less gross

.... also steve cannot believe you're actually going to touch that. ]

Farrah? [ Literally only one person in this town knows about Steve's hair care products of choice so wtf dude, back off. ]

Cool, great, so you're tripping solid gold balls, that helps me out a lot, thanks.

[ aliens and body snatching sewer monsters, okay man, sure, definitely seems plausible. then again, he is standing over a pile of rotted organs and some rottweiler sized maggots so... also, he's not touching them, not with his own hands at least, hence the want for gasoline.

also, have you seen what your hair looks like, steve? in that icon you just used particularly? ]

I'm sorry, would you prefer Tina Turner? [ those are the two options you get, he can't think of any other women with famously big hair. so, your secret is safe, it was just a lucky guess. ] Gasoline, Tina. Do you have it.

[ Steve knows exactly how his hair looks okay, he spent twenty minutes on it this morning.

But he sighs, ignores the Tina Turner dig and comes a little closer, holding his fingers over his nose.

With his other hand he theatrically pats his pockets. ] I left all my gas in my other jacket, dude. [ But if the guy is set on burning it-- ] There's a gas station just down the block.

[ She wants to say this is new, but honestly it's starting to become a Thing. Particularly with people from Indiana. What the fuck is with that state?

Chloe stares at the girl for a second, but it's mostly because she feels really bad that this is the outfit that she got stuck here in, of all things, and it's really distracting. ]

Hyper-realistic dreamworld with little to no escape. Just woke up, huh?

[ She smirks a little and shrugs. ]

Nah, there are a lot of pre-2000s people around here. Most of 'em about your age, too.

In this day and age? Who the fuck knows?

Haven't seen him but I'll keep an eye out for the meltdown of the season. What are you going to do in the mean time?

[ the comment gets a snort, one corner of mickey's lips quirking, but he answers it in a deadpan. ]

Hilarious, Tina, here we all thought you were just a pretty face with big hair goin' on sentient. [ it's hard to tell if he's actually meaning to be insulting or if this is just the way his stream of consciousness goes. either way, it's still rude, sorry boo.

okay, gas station down the block, mickey lifts his head to peer down the street, thinking it through. ] That'll have to work. Am I gonna have to pay for that, or are we far enough off the right side of civilization into 'Silent Hill meets Mad Max' that we can just take what we need?

I have no objection to sarcasm. [ He smiles over his shoulder as he slices and dices the last maggot that was too stupid to live. ] If you are any measure of the people here, there must be a lot that is good about them.

[ The maggots are now withdrawing from the fray. Curufin would chase them and kill them, but they are slipping into the holes where the organs are, and damn if he's going to follow them. ]

How long have you been here? Is it always like this? Oh by the way, my name is Curufin Fëanorion. What's yours?

Gas is fine. [ He sounds huffy, but can you blame him. ] The essentials are free. You've gotta pay for everything else.

not where i'm from

fuck, i dont know, look for him i guess
try to keep my fucking lunch down when i see more rotting transplant reject piles in the streets
why, you got a better idea?

[ mickey nods, soaking that in. okay, essentials free, that's more than the US government ever did for him before, so he'll take it. and then there's his new huffy pal here. welp. ]

Look, these things are the size of fuckin' logs, so I'm gonna need to get a few gallons to cover the whole death pile before lighting it up. Help me carry the shit back and I'll make it up to you. [ he has things he can trade. drugs, mostly. and it might not be bad hearing more about what this guys has to say about the city. ]

You got a name or are we sticking with Tina?

Jester?

( The sound of the familiar, distinct voice that she's missed for so long makes Yasha's head jerk up. At the sight of Jester, she hastily sets the box down on one of the tables, taking a few steps closer. She doesn't hug her - that feels weird, somehow, initiating contact like that.

Instead she just waves, a little awkward. )

Hi. Would you-- would you like a hug?

[Lucille turns to Theo and appears to be regarding her very carefully. She silently worries that she might seem rather suspicious to others; she’s already trying to thread a story together in her mind, in case she’s interrogated. Fragile, she may be, but she's calmed herself down enough to try and appear normal.

Of course, passing off as ‘normal’ is difficult when you look like you’ve murdered someone.]

That is a pity. Then I must look elsewhere.

[She responds politely enough, with a strained smile. She thinks about it for a moment or two, and then:]

Though I am afraid I might be lost, myself.

[Lucille watches the knife slice through the liver as though she’s watching someone cut a slice of cake.]

Appropriate, yes. Creative, too, but also rather vile.

[It doesn’t stop her from taking another knife, which she uses to cleanly cut through a stomach. She’s cutting it into smaller slices, stabbing and slicing it several times before placing a piece on her place. She barely flinches the entire time.]

I should hate to be the poor soul who’s obligated to clean this up afterward.

[Then she points to the pieces she’s just cut up with the bloodied knife.]

Would you like a piece of this one as well?

Ahhh, I get it now. That's a pretty awesome superpower. Wish I had that instead of...

[Theo trails off, realizing abruptly that she can figure out if Brianna's telling the truth. She hesitates for a moment, tugging at one of her gloves.] Can I tell you a secret?

I don't know if I could handle dealing with a whole house. There's all kinds of...maintenance and lawn-mowing that goes along with it. [Theo shakes her head, making a face.] Not a fan.

...so it's always this nuts. [It isn't a question, but she looks up at him anyways, shoulders slumping.] Maggots and bloody streets and...other shit?

[Theo lives in a fucking morgue, so she should really be more used to this type of shit, but she can't suppress a gag at the sight of the intestines, going to gulp at her vodka cran instead.]

Amazing. I'd compliment the chef, but considering this is all still raw...

...your glass's empty. [She nods towards it, waving her own rapidly-emptying glass Laura's way.] Need help with that?

A] arrival

[ That fucking clown got him after everything they'd been through that summer. Who knew that hope was so easy to quash, stomp, eviscerate, eliminate out of existence? Leaders knew that. Girls and boys with more confidence and better senses of humor. But not Ben Hanscom. He really was just a big fat loser, and now there he was. Being dragged into the woods straight from his bed. Tears sting at his tightly shut eyes, falling out and streaking his cheeks almost immediately.

His limbs are all surprisingly intact, though, no surges of pain. No bloodcurdling laughter ringing in his ears. Those voices, far away but persistent, tell him that he actually is dreaming. And the deer, something out of a fantasy novel, cements that fact.

But waking up in bed, he's not in his own bedroom. The music he hears is frankly more like a fit of Pennywise's and being utterly alone, he swallows hard and starts to stand. He doesn't go out the door to investigate the home he's woken up in. Nope. He cranks open a window and after his head pokes out and gives several glances around, he shimmies up and out, plopping onto the ground. Ain't nobody gonna die in that rando house today, tyvm! As he goes, old t-shirt and boxer shorts his only means of defense, he spots what looks like a...theatre? It's a start to detect something normal, so he heads for it.

If he's being honest with himself, the place looks an awful lot like Derry, too. Yet, there's a weirder, more unsettling, feeling in the midst of the unfamiliar town as he jogs slowly, huffing, and not daring to look back the way he'd come. ]

B] all you can eat ; hearts, brains, and eyeballs

[ Apparently in this town, the residents love organs as much as a fat kid loves cake? Er, Ben's not even a little upset when he starts to go to town on a few of the organ meats, eating a bit longer than most and to his heart's content. Those posters really did him in: and, honestly, all of this will probably be nightmare fuel. But what isn't?!

He's moving around the place, taking in the other people there, carefully eyeing some of the adults that have seemed like they're ready for last call, when he bumps into someone. ] Oh! Sorry. I, uh...got a little distracted. [ He offers a smile and just as he thinks he may wander away after an awkward nod, he blurts out -- ] I'm in love, and I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't tell someone right now. [ His face starts to turn beet red, a hand going up over his mouth. If he wants to flee, something clearly keeps in place. A w k w a r d.

As for the rest of Ben's trek across the floor, he definitely had a few bites of brains and eyeballs, making for a pleasant introduction to oh-so many new faces! ]

D] wildcard ; fill in the blanks as you see fit! Ben can be found at a variety of places as he explores after arriving.

[ ooc: please do PM this journal with any questions! I'm down for whatever may float about, so come at Ben, please! \o/ ]

Edited 2019-11-05 07:41 (UTC)

Not your type like, much older/younger/an absolute asshole or...

...not your type like, a woman?

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NOVEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME

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NOT BEAST NOR KIN

ALL YOU CAN EAT

Character Arrival

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bug killin party let's go

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JESTER BABY :C

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Haha me too. She's ridiculous.

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Ben Hanscom | It

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