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March 2020 Test Drive Meme
MARCH 2020 TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to March's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: SOULS & SINS.
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: Blood (both normal and black), B&W GIF with implied bloody hands, possible murder, possible body horror, possible insanity, possible suicide, possible forced aggression, possible demons, mental health references, leprechauns, stalking, being slowly eaten alive.
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!
GIVE IN TO THE BLACK BLOOD

You won't even notice the changes at first. The black blood is just like normal blood and you can't feel it as it invades your body, multiplying and taking over your regularly, healthy red blood cell count. It takes a day or two before your head starts to feel a little more chaotic than usual; thoughts start coming at racing speeds, becoming more and more violent as time passes. You can hear a voice that's not your own encouraging you, egging you on. telling you to just give in to the madness and embrace your destiny.
Under the effects of the black blood, you'll want to attack over the smallest things. Total strangers or casual friends will be the primary target as you seem to be able to at least recognize those close to you. You don't see these people as human, they're just a target, something to let out all those violent thoughts on. Even if you're weaponless, it won't matter; the blood in your veins can harden, burst from your skin and form its own weapon. Each one is unique to the person who is wielding it. Maybe it's a sword or two, a gun that is the perfect weight for you to hold, or a spear that's the exact length for the perfect throw. The weapons are indestructible and if they require ammo, they never run out. Those who are savvy enough will realize that they can harden the blood within their veins as well, usually in small concentrated areas, but it might be able to save you if someone gets the momentary upper hand and tries to strike a blow. While your skin can still be cut, any weapon will bounce right off of the black blood, and most blades might even crack if they don't have magical properties.
So how do you stop someone infected by the black blood? You'll have to get into their head. Looking into the eyes of someone under the effects of black blood will be difficult— their gaze is jumpy, staring at anything but the person they're attacking, and getting them to look at you long enough to enter into their soul will be a challenge because of it. If you manage to keep their head still, it only takes eye contact for three seconds before you'll be linked. You'll both end up in a small room, the one corner of their soul that hasn't been altered by the black blood.
The person under the effects of the black blood will feel weak, particularly if they've been trying to fight the effects of the madness taking over them. They'll feel defeated and might believe that fighting at this point is pointless. There's a small creature beside them, muttering to them these exact thoughts, that they're stronger this way, that it's the right thing to do.
The person who is trying to free someone from the black blood will have to target this ogre first. There are multiple ways to fight him, but the quickest is to find a way to shove him through the door you came in through and lock it. It'll give you a chance to talk alone, to try and encourage the other to keep going, to not give up, to take control. The ogre will be banging on the other side of the door the whole time, growing larger and louder with every passing second, so you'll have to do this quickly.
If the ogre ends up bursting back in or if you decide to attack right from the start, it can be killed— it's just hard to do alone. There's a glowing soul in the center of the ogre's chest, one you'll have to get a hold of and crush. Doing it by yourself is dangerous without weapons, but if you work together, it's not impossible. There is furniture throughout the small room you can use to attack with and if either of you are capable of summoning a weapon, you'll still be able to do so in this room. Magic will work so long as you're working as a team, but those trying to defeat the ogre alone will find their magic faulty and unpredictable.
Once you manage to pull the soul from the ogre, crush it in your hands, and the room will start to disintegrate. You'll end up back outside of the person's mind.
Purging the black blood from your body isn't pleasant; it will run from any open wounds and pour out of your mouth and eyes. It burns fiercely, evaporates as soon as it hits the ground, and sizzles like acid the entire time. When it's gone and your blood runs red again, you'll feel weak and disoriented. Maybe it's good to find someplace to lie down and recover for a while.
If you do not defeat the ogre or if someone fails to make eye contact with an infected person long enough to get into their soul, you will find the madness takes over all of your senses. The effects will last for two full weeks before you will collapse and the black blood will leave your body on its own accord. Death will also work to get rid of the black blood.
Note: Black blood can effect non-humans and those who don't even use blood. People who are usually incapable of getting cuts can still get infected with black blood as the wounds they enter through are supernaturally inflicted. The madness will affect non-humans the same way it affects humans and the weapons can be formed even if you don't have skin for it to come out of. You can still enter someone's soul even if they don't canonly possess one; it's the life essence that makes up any character. The black will pour out of whatever openings it can find when it leaves a body, regardless of if a character has a mouth or eyes.
WISHING YOU A RAINBOW OF HAPPINESS

Only that would be too easy, wouldn't it? Deerington always comes with a catch.
If you find the pot of gold and take nothing from it, you'll find you're blessed with good luck and happiness for a full three days. Everything will go your way, people will be kind and friendly to you even if they are normally your sworn enemy. You'll find people do what you ask them to without even thinking twice about it. If you realize you have this power over people, you won't be able to order anyone to do anything against their will, and you won't be able to make anyone hurt themselves, but simple, innocent requests seem to work just fine. Want someone to feed you grapes? You got it. Need someone to fan you while it happens? Absolutely! Live like stereotypical royalty for a day.
If you take a small handful of gold but leave the rest, you'll find that your day is pretty average. Congrats. You just got yourself some gold free of cost.
If you take a large handful of gold, you will find your day goes pretty crummy. Everything goes wrong in the most expected of ways. You spill your coffee, your car breaks down, you're late for work, you mess up even the simplest of tasks, you step in a puddle that's way deeper than it looked and ruin your shoes. Everything sucks and no one is being very kind to you to make up for it. This will last for three days or until you return your handful of gold.
If you decide to take most of the gold in the pot, you'll be outright cursed. Things don't just go typically wrong, things will go terribly wrong. People around you will be put in danger, the ones you love will turn against you and might even start to attack you, accusing you of controlling their lives and being greedy and heartless. No one will try to kill you outright, but things happen when people are driven mad by your very presence. This will last for a week or until you return most of the gold.
If you take all of the gold, you'll get the same effects as taking most, but with an added bonus: people will definitely try to kill you. You'll also find that a small man seems to be nearby when ever any of these attacks happen. He'll start popping up everywhere, just watching you. He'll be at work, in the restaurants you frequent, on the streets you walk or drive down, and if you wake up in the middle of the night, you might even find him in the corner of your room. Just... watching. It's creepy, right? Each night it gets a little closer. If by the end of the week you haven't returned the pot of gold, the leprechaun will attack. It's hard to fight off, quick in its movements and difficult to strike. If it manages to knock you down, you'll have to hope someone comes along and saves you, as you'll be frozen in place. The leprechaun will slowly devour you, starting with your skin, and keeping you alive as long as possible through the process.
Guess you shoulda returned that pot of gold, huh?
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.
Neopolitan | RWBY | Open
Introductions/Pot of Gold
She'd looked at the fluid. Nope. She was not joining into much, if any of this idiotic banter. It would probably be a source of amusement down the road if she was stuck in this podunk little forest town for too long, but right now she had certain people to get ahold of and figure out what the next move was supposed to be, and what was going on, and none of them were on the network, so she officially did not care.
She was walking along, an umbrella over one shoulder and a jar of candies in the other hand. Occasionally, she'd pop one into her mouth while she observed the people here. Once in a while, you might catch her fingering a single gold coin she'd swiped. Only one, because people leaving pots of money lying around were seriously a little sketchy but who was she to resist just one?
For the moment? Nothing really demanded her attention, but that could change quickly. She was more or less getting the lay of the land, and said lay of the land was kind of boring.
My Blood is Blacker Than Yours
Nothing had been right since he'd been gone. Nothing had gone right since that night, and there were a lot of people in the world who needed to pay. So, when she'd woken up in this strange place with a stranger note telling her even stranger things? She had officially had just about as many fucks to give about it all. She cold cope. She could always cope.
But when the blood started seeping in through a paper cut? She hadn't been inclined to refuse its advances. Was her nature getting more dangerous than usual? Yes, without question. Were there people out there that maybe she shouldn't have just attacked? Oh, probably. But, again. She was all out of fucks to give, and right now she was staring at someone else. Familiar or not, they were just another target. Another person to play with. Someone else to get out of the way.
She spun her pretty little lace umbrella from her shoulder almost languidly, resting it, point down on the ground as she leaned on it. The thing was black as midnight, and the way that she grinned wasn't entirely whole. Reaching out with one hand, she grinned and crooked her fingers. Come on, they wanted to play right?
Pot of Gold
Boring? Ruby could hardly relate to that. After spending one month on a death ship and another in an underwater death trap, finally getting to see the town that everyone had been talking about was an absolute delight. She had compiled a list of places she had to find and visit. The ice cream store, movie theatre and comic book shop being the highest priorities on her to-do list.
Ruby kept her pace a bit slower than normal. While her back was mostly healed from the events over the last month she wasn't looking to take any chances to hurt herself anymore either. Her eyes focused on the map of the town she didn't even notice as she passed by Neo down the street.
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Still, she wasn't Cinder so there was time to play this cool. Walking forward with slow, easy, confident strides she made her way up towards the map focused girl and reached out with her umbrella. Ever so gently, she pushed on it to press the paper down so that someone could see a pair of differently colored eye staring at her with a non-plussed expression underneath a very familiar bowler cap. The tiniest of smiles followed and she waved.
What? It was always nice to be polite to someone, even if you kind of wanted to gut them like a fish.
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"Sor-" She pauses as there's something familiar about that hat and her silver eyes drift down a little further to catch glimpse of that multicoloured pair. Her eyes went wide as her thoughts went back to the fall of beacon when they last ran into one another.
"Torchwick's goon, Neo!?" A hand reaches to grab for a Crescent Rose that isn't there. She had left at it had home for the day. A bad move on her part. Instead she's going to back away a couple steps and smile nervously.
"I mean-Hi? Fancy seeing you here?" This was terrible.
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And thank you very much. She was not some goon. She was his right hand girl!
Staring right into Ruby's eyes, because this might have been one of the only people she could actually do that with in the whole world, she raised an eyebrow at the hand reach and brought up finger, 'tsk'ing at Ruby. Did somebody forget something? Again? Seriously, why did she ever go anywhere unarmed?
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"I'd really like to catch up, but I have somewhere I have to be? How about another time?" She had a feeling with that glare that Neo wasn't up for jokes but it was the best she had. Ruby had to put some distance between them because she did not want to be on the bad end of that umbrella. She was quick to activate her semblance and dart back a few feet. She hated that she couldn't rely on it as it didn't travel quite as far and wore her out faster, but it would have to do to get her started.
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When the darting started, there was familiarity in that moment. Neopolitan had fought this girl ample times in the past. She remembered what she could do, and she was already in motion, running and spinning a cartwheel to vault her way over and land on her feet, only to realize something.
Huh. She'd expected Ruby to be, you know, further away by now. She turned and put the point of her umbrella down, looking at her oddly, perhaps even a little offended. She'd better not be taking it easy on the girl just because she didn't have a combat-oriented semblance like her. Ruby should know better.
Someone hadn't quite figured out that powers didn't work right here yet. hers were almost all skill based, not semblance or dust based.
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She was quick but she knew Neo would be expecting her to be quicker than she currently was. She spotted an alleyway up ahead and pushed herself to move and duck down into it. If she was lucky Neo might pass her right on by or she could at least get a message out on her fluid to let everyone else know who was in town.
Her eyes darted around to looking to see if she could find anything she could use as a makeshift weapon.
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It'd give her time to find a two-by-four or something, but probably not much for that all too important call when Neo slipped out in front of her on the other end of the alleyway, smiling away amiably and doing her best impression of someone who wasn't breathing hard to keep up. Ruby was giving her a tiny bit of a workout today.
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My Blood is Blacker Than Yours
She blinked as her own ice blue gaze met a pair of mismatched eyes. Something about them was familiar. She had seen that hat somewhere. But that wasn't the important thing. She did not like or trust that blackness. Not that Winter ever trusted anything about this world, but that looked nasty. It unsettled her. Winter raised an eyebrow at the girl's gesture.
"I haven't seen you here before," she stated, breaking the silence. "So you'll pardon me if I decline."
She didn't like that smile either. Her hand stayed cautiously near her weapon.
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Taking her umbrella in one hand, she proceeded to cartwheel forward lazily, her movements easy and free. A few leaps and footfalls and she vaulted up into the air, somersaulting and aiming to land right in front of Winter, the smile never leaving her face. It did not meet her eyes, though, and the look in those for the scant seconds before she glanced just away from the other's gaze wasn't entirely lucid or normal. The umbrella was whipping out, going for a hooking move on the closest of her ankles, this one clearly not in the mood to talk. Then again, was she ever?
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The elder Schnee fell into a graceful back roll of her own a second away from when Neo's blow would have landed. She came up in a defensive crouch and returned the favor with a wide sweep of her sword. If Neo didn't correct herself, the weapons would clash.
"Hey!" she protested. "What is your malfunction?!"
Her eyes scanned her opponent, accessing . It was never easy to tell who was being controlled by some malevolent force or who was just plain crazy in this town.
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The protests fell on deaf ears, the umbrella pushing back and then trying to whip that blade out of position while she grinned and gave the tiniest of shrugs. Nothing was wrong here. Everything was fine, as far as Neo was concerned, even if she just couldn't quite bring herself to meet Winter's gaze.
Pushing and pressing with her attack, she vaulted up, attempting to get her hand onto the woman's shoulder so that she could leap over and to her back. Someone liked her acrobatic displays a lot.
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Winter's felt the slightest pressure on her shoulder before the girl made a graceful arc over her head. Her eyes widened as she realized what her attacker was trying to do. She turned bringing her weapon up to bear hoping to parry what was likely to be a follow up attack. She just hoped that her instincts were accurate. It could be bad if she'd read Neo's strategy wrong.
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The defensive move, at least, was well timed. There was a sound of their weapons clashing first on the strike, and then the follow up. Neo pressed the attack with a sort of unnatural force that was greater than it should have been, and certainly more aggressive than usual. Feeling some semblance of advantage, she wanted to keep Winter entirely on the defensive, enough to hopefully keep the skilled elite from having enough time to think properly.
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It didn't stop Winter from talking though.
"So what kind of strange circus did you escape from?" she taunted. "I've seen better costumes at yard sales."
It was risky to taunt someone under the influence of this place, but she was hoping to make her opponent angry enough to get sloppy or at least look directly at her.
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Did she dare try to maintain eye contact and enter her head space?
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CW: for a lot of black blood everywhere
Introductions
The Zabrak is far more interested in the deer than anyone on the sidewalk and so he doesn't even notice until he bumps right into Neopolitan. "Watch it!" He growls out, hand hovering over his lightsaber for a moment. It's nothing personal, Maul's just this charming with everyone.
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She cocked her head, flicking a coin in her thumb and forefinger before catching it just as the glint of gold was visible. The look in her eyes was briefly non-plussed before she rolled her eyes and offered him a civil little smile that didn't meet her eyes, head cocking to the other side while she leaned on the umbrella, as if waiting for him to say or do something more interesting than growl at her.
Good news, Darth Maul, you get to do all the talking in this exchange!
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He's not the chattiest person either, but apparently if he's to do the heavy lifting in this conversation, so be it. "Not one much for apologies, I take it?" As if he wasn't just as much at fault for bumping into Neo in the first place.
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She leaned forward and then back, the tip of the umbrella serving like a cane as she watched him. The smug grin didn't part from her lips, though she did decide to at least throw him a bone. The free hand went up to point at her face, right about at the cheek and she shrugged, broadening her grin a fraction. He looked like a smart, growling ... person? He'd figure this one out eventually.
Or not, in which case she was definitely not above doing something she should actually apologize for involving that umbrella of hers.
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"I suppose asking your name or how long you have been here is going to be an exercise in futility." Unless this is about to turn a game of pantomime, which Maul will not be amused by. It took Sidious seventeen years just to beat a sense of patience into him and he still has trouble with it.
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She gave him a rather rakish grin when he said that. No, there wouldn't be much point in asking her, would there? Most people relied on nicknames after all. She didn't seem to engage much in pantomime or sign language efforts, though. Instead, she reached into her sleeve and pulled out her fluid. Those fingers moved... fast. Lifting it, she showed him the message typed out.
I have this, if it's important. Not long.
She waited to watch the cant of his eyes and once she was certain he'd seen it, or decided to ignore it, she slipped it back out of sight on her wrist. Oh yes, she could type things out. She just didn't want to do that.
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"Oh, so you do know how to read and write. Good." That's not a dig at Neo personally. Maul has met a lot of sorts in the galaxy and the ability to communicate through writing isn't always as common as one would think the vast wide nature of the universe. "That makes two of us. I arrived only a short while ago myself."
As he speaks, he reaches out with the Force, seeking to see what he can find by skimming her mind briefly. He's just probing more of her emotions then her actual thoughts.
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A quick nod while she looked back at him. He did seem out of sorts, for all that he put up a gruff front. His scan found resistance, but the resistance of a person who was cautious and well trained, not a person used to defending against actual psychic attack. A little resistance and then he could feel the emotions at the surface.
She was calm. Her emotions weren't a roiling or light-headed sort of sea. She didn't give off bubbly impressions like her somewhat ditzy smile might have indicated. There was a cold, methodical calculation to the way that she was looking at him. The guarded element fit with how she was cautiously gauging his physical reactions, the smallest ones. It was like she was sizing him up, getting a feel for 'better than me' or 'weaker than me.' She was a tiny bit nervous, and a latent hint of violence bubbled just beneath the surface, searching, yearning, hungering. She was a hunting dog, waiting to find the scent of its target.
Meanwhile, as that bit of her emotional state came through, she was tapping her lips, on the surface patient enough to wait, to see if he needed or wanted something.
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