DECEMBER 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to December's Test Drive Meme!

This month's Test Drive's theme is: PROPHETIC 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 death via exposure (freezing), Krampus imagery, possible vore, visual and auditory hallucinations, monster violence, stalking, decapitation

Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!

Prompt One Prompt Two Character Arrival Master Navigation

VANISH LIKE THE WARM STOVE

Winter has set in in Deerington and it’s as harsh as one would expect for the frigid mountains of inland Maine. There’s snow on the ground, icicles hanging off of most buildings, and black ice all over the roads. Better be careful where you step or you might just slip and hurt yourself while you’re walking around town!

But there’s something unusual about the cold. It feels bone-deep and no amount of layers or staying inside seems to make it shake. Your teeth are always chattering, you feel the need to hunch in on yourself to keep any heat from escaping, and if you look at your hands, you might see them go from bright red, to white, to even the slightest tint of blue throughout the day. You’re getting colder by the minute and it feels like there’s no way to stop it. Maybe you’re just doomed to freeze.

The box is waiting on a bench. You didn’t see who placed it, but there’s a small tag with your name on it, so clearly it was meant for you. If you ignore the box, it will start to show up on random surfaces around town wherever you might be; the kitchen counter, a desk or display case at your work, the floor of your bedroom… No matter where you are, the box is there too. Eventually, you might as well just give in and open it.

Inside every box are three matches. They’re relatively long, like the sort you’d use to light a fire in a fireplace, and they appear to be completely normal. People who can sense magic won’t get a reading off of the match and no amount of testing the wood or the tip will show anything other than the exact chemical make up one would expect. So maybe they’re safe! There’s a small note tucked inside the box with only two words written in childishly messy scroll; Keep Warm.

If you light the match, you’ll find that you’re instantly starting to feel a little less cold. It’s the first bit of heat you’ve managed to snag in so long that you’ll probably find yourself a little desperate to hold onto it. The matches burn at a relatively steady rate, not too fast or too slow, and the wind can easily blow them out, so be careful! You’ll have to protect the flame from the elements if you want to keep yourself toasty. The only strange thing that you might notice is that whenever you’re near another person who has a lit match, both the matches seem to burn a little stronger and stay lit a little longer. So maybe you’ll have to pair up and learn to share. If you’re smart, you’ll light just one of each of your matches at a time, giving you a total of six chances to keep yourself from freezing to death.

There’s always a catch though, isn’t there? Each match will come with a unique vision as the flame dies out. A vision that can be seen by both of you. The vision will belong to whoever’s match as burning and it will be as vibrant and detailed as if you were really in the middle of it.

The end of the first match will show you something you want. It can be anything; a warm meal, a new bed, an object from home you’ve longed for. You’ll be able to pick it up, taste it, smell it, do whatever you would normally do; but at the end of the day, it isn’t real, and ultimately you might find that you’re just chewing on your own (or your companion’s) hand.

The end of the second match will show a vision of someone that you miss. Whether it’s from home, a previous world, or someone who’s come and gone from Deerington, you’ll see them clear as day, calling for you and beckoning you to come with them. It’s probably best to not. After all, you’d have to leave your matches behind, and it’s cold out there.

The end of the third match will show you a vision of somewhere you miss. It’ll be like you’re standing in the middle of the very place you’ve been longing for ever since you arrived in Deerington — maybe even longer. It’ll look, sound, smell, and feel like the place you’ve missed most. It’s almost easy to want to stay and forget to come back to reality and light your next match.

If you both can make the six matches stretch until the sun sets, you’ll find that the cold has finally broken, and you’re able to keep yourself warm again. If you don’t? Well, it’s time to find someone else with a bundle of matches, and hope they’re okay with some basic invasion of privacy to stop you both from getting hypothermia.

BETTER WATCH OUT

Have you been a good person this year? Probably not! This is Deerington after all and everyone’s got a sin or two they’ve committed that they’ve been carrying around some deep shame about. Whether it’s something you’ve done here or something you did back home, the things your character feels guilt over will start to plague them more and more frequently as of late. Maybe you’ll start to see small little snippets of the memory flash before your eyes, or hear the voices of the people you’ve hurt calling out to you for mercy. No matter how it manifests, it’ll be gnawing at your insides, growing more and more impossible to ignore.

It might just be the paranoia from having to flashback to your worst memories at all hours of the day, but eventually you start to feel like someone (or something) is following you. You hear the scrape of nails against cement, the thud of heavy footsteps, or the sound of a heavy sigh by your ear accompanied with the smell of rancid breath. But every time you go to look, it seems like there isn’t anything there. No matter how logical a person you might be, you still end up feeling a little on edge, and you know you’re right about being… well, stalked. You may not be the sort who usually goes for comfort from others, but something inside of you tells you that maybe you’ll be a little safer if you aren’t alone. You seek out a friend, a colleague, or even a complete stranger— just someone who might make this creeping suspicion of being watched go away for a little while.

Except the moment that the two of you are together, Krampus finally arrives. He seems to fall from the sky, landing in front of you with a ground shaking thud, his long tongue hanging out of a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth. He’s ever bit the demon you’d expect him to be and he looks hungry. You can try to run or you can try to fight, but he’s quick and strong, certainly hard for any normal human to take down. And if you look into his eyes, then things are about to get a whole lot worse.

Whoever locks eyes with him will have the very thing you have been feeling guilt over put on display for both you and your companion to see. It’ll be like you’ve been transported directly into the memory, Krampus’ clawed hand gripping your shoulders and forcing you to watch whatever your shame is play out in front of you all over again. The detail is striking and there’s nothing left out, no matter how hard you or your companion try to stop it.

When the memory stops playing, Krampus will start to move his tongue around you, wrapping you in the long, blood red muscle like it’s a snake. You can try to break free and it’s possible to cut the demon’s tongue with a sharp blade if you or your companion happens to have one; whatever you do, it’s best to do it quickly before you end up a snack.

Krampus can be taken down in one of two ways; either the person who is experiencing the guilt must confess their sin out loud and profusely apologize, begging for forgiveness for their misdeeds or he can be taken down in a somewhat simple ceremony. The chains dangling from the Krampus wrists must be grabbed and somehow secured into the ground; this will weaken Krampus greatly and leave him more vulnerable to attack. Once he is secured, you must take off his head. It doesn’t matter if it’s cut off, ripped off or blown off, the moment the neck is severed from the rest of the body, the Krampus will turn a deep black, like coal, before crumbling into dust, leaving only the head behind.

A little messy, but definitely efficient.

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Make some more.

[It's a simple response, very absolute and matter-of-fact, in that dry sort of way he'd always been when they were young. Not all that much had changed, but the next words out of Eddie's mouth makes his shoulders sag underneath him. That was uncomfortable.]

Uh- you know how perceptive that asshole is. I'll do my best, but I'm not a very good liar.

[Not even with time and experience on his side.]

I didn't know you grew up to be a motivational speaker, Stan the Man. I'll make sure to jot that down in my diary. More positivity. Less monsters.

(Eddie's teasing, clearly, and maybe part of him is doing it because it's always been easier to joke around a little sometimes. He's glad for it all the same though, and it's obvious by the gentle way he seems to relax.)

He's not that perceptive. He's half blind and a fucking moron.

(It's amazing really how Eddie managed to insult Richie on a regular basis in a tone that sounded so disgustingly affectionate.)

I don't want you to lie to him. Just. He doesn't need to know I die. Not...Not like that.

Very funny, you dick.

[Eddie might be years behind him now but the truth of the matter was that things hadn't changed so much between them that he didn't know how to hit the ground running with that attitude of his.]

Half-blind, yeah, a moron... yes, but he's still a lot more intuitive than anybody gives him credit for.

[Not just intuitive but downright smart, and it's not like Stan's ever been good at avoiding the watchful eye. His dad was a rabbi, he's surprised he was able to go missing for days without a complete and total uproar from the entire synagogue.]

That's... for you to tell him, Eddie. I mean, I didn't even know until you told me. I'll be honest though, keeping the truth from him is just like lying and he'll see it that way too. You know he will.

[Hard truths, but things that needed to be said. Richie flew off the handle when he thought he'd been wronged, he wasn't shy about how he felt when he was upset.]

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Smartest moron in all of Derry.

(Eddie knew that better than most too. Eddie was far from the smartest Loser. He was naive and foolish, and he wasn't very academically bright. Richie though? Eddie was always watching Richie and it meant he saw all of those perfect As he got and maintained.

If he were capable of flushing, he might of, because he hates the idea of lying. Lying to Richie was worse than maybe anything else.)

It's not a lie. I just don't want to break his heart. I'm alive right now. I...I just- I don't know how to tell him that. Like, what do I even say? 'Hey by the way I die for you and you go half crazy from it then get to live your life alone?'

You said it.

[It was an unspoken truth of their little unit. Stan didn't keep eyes on Richie's grades but he had to keep the same sort of marks for different reasons, and they didn't come easy for him. The fact that he could have quiet moments to study died when he met the rest of them, and honestly it was one of those he didn't mind giving up because it made him feel more human.]

I know. Believe me, I get it- but you need to be careful. [It's all he can say because he's only been here for a day and he's seen what this place is capable of. Richie held onto those feelings, let them pile upon him, and he'd hate for them to break apart and fracture again because he couldn't hack the fact that Eddie had kept it a secret.] You know he'll take it personally either way. The last thing any of us need is for things to spin out again.

(Eddie exhales loudly and rubs his temple, shutting his eyes. It was complicated. A lot more complicated than anyone realized.)

I've told him before. (No, actually, Richie had seen it before. Eddie holds both his palms up for Stan to see. They had their star bursts of scars, a lot more than Stan would remember him ever having.)

About two and a half years ago. He knew. And we made a blood pact to never leave each other behind. (His fingers curl and drop into his lap. He stares blankly down at the table.)

Then he left me behind. And when he came back, he didn't remember any of that and was weird with me. Then he left again. And then came back again, and then left again. I've been dealing with him acting like a tidal wave for the past three years.

(It was more draining than anyone could possibly know.)

I want to be honest with him. But I don't want to emotionally torture him only to have him vanish the next day.

(He holds up his hand again and wiggles his fingers. There's a ring sitting on his ring finger.)

He gave this to me on my birthday just now to be like a promise that we'll come back to each other. But. (Eddie glances down, twisting the ring around and around on his finger.) Shit. You know me, Stan. I'm a coward. I'm always afraid. This is no different. And for the record? Stuff didn't spin out for me. I'm from the 1950s- weird, I know, but we never had whatever weird fight you guys had.

You're not though. You screamed at IT, in his fucking face. You performed surgery on a kid you barely knew. Like, there's all sorts of ways to be brave just because you're not swinging a bat or riding a bike into danger doesn't mean you didn't conquer your fears.

[That's a lot to deal with, and Stan's not sure he'd do anything differently given the same circumstances. He wants to be helpful, tell him to not be afraid of something he can control but he knows all too well that they both were. Lack of control was half of what had caused him so much pain as a kid, and it was in taking control that he'd made his final decision. So, he doesn't say anything to that, he doesn't want to be a hypocrite. He just sighs.]

Well, to be honest- I never really participated in the feud. The 1950s? I mean the eighties were bad enough, but I can't even imagine.

It deserved to be screamed at. (Eddie says this very matter-of-factly as if anyone else would of done the same thing.

Stan was brave too. He had been the most frightened of It, had been the one who wanted to deny It existing the most, but he had at the end. Him with his bird chants and unwavering love for his friends. God, he really had missed him.)

I'm a medic now, you know. I've been training as one forever. (He's bragging a little, but he wants to impress Stan. Especially this Stan. Maybe he was a coward in some ways, like with Richie, but he wants to prove he had at least reclaimed his life in some ways.)

Yeah- mostly Bill and Richie, right? Weird that you all stopped talking though.

(~~Sounded like a badly written script if you ask him~~

He gives a small nod, looking back down at his hands.)

Yeah...From what it sounds like some shit as bad in the 1980s and there's stuff I don't know about, but the fifties...Man. I'm a little glad most of you have been from the 80s. (It wasn't a competition, but he really is glad that the 80s seemed, in some ways, a little gentler than the fifties had been.)

A medic? That makes sense. How's training coming along?

[Honestly, it's nice to see Eddie confident enough in something to brag about it. A smile stretches across his face, eyebrows up high. Of course, he needs details.]

Yeah, mostly Bill and Richie. I didn't stop talking, I still did things with Richie, with everyone. I just didn't subscribe to what tore us all apart either.

[It was normal for things to get out of control, the reactions, the anger - it was all because of how stressful everything had been. Maybe not the violence on Bill's side, but there wasn't much any of them could do about that.]

I don't know. Besides the media? It wasn't anything special. It looks like everything we had you have now on this bracelet, so, you're not missing much.