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APRIL 2020 TEST DRIVE MEME




APRIL 2020 TEST DRIVE MEME









Welcome to April's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: ENCHANTMENT 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: Enchanted food, possible body horror, mild finger injuries, magic based mind control, rapid aging, possible death
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!











YOU UNCULTURED SWINE


Pork is on sale!! Time to buy it up for all your family meals. It also means anything with pork in it in all of the restaurants is on special and super affordable for just about anyone. New arrivals can even get a free meal of bacon, sausage and eggs at the diner! Seeing all the low prices, you find yourself craving pork more than ever. But who doesn't love bacon, right? Maybe you had ham and pineapple pizza at Peter's or those delicious and mouthwatering pork dumplings at the Hot Pot. You could have cooked a nice pork loin with your friends and family for a large get together. Candied bacon is a real treat to munch on in the park!

You're cooking it yourself or getting it from the local restaurants, so nothing bad could happen with a little self-indulgence, right? Just about everyone has learned not to trust the food at a giant feast in Deerington, but short of the lunch and dinner menus at the diner, the restaurants and the grocery store have never done a Sleeper harm! At least, that's the way it's always been before. Two years is long enough to start taking things for granted.

Anyone who has any of the specials from the restaurants or who cooks any kind of pork related product at home will find that once they have finished their meal, they will slowly turn into... pigs. It seems to vary on how fast a single person turns, some moving slowly over the course of days while they eat more and more food, and others will turn into a full blown pig in a manner of minutes. At first you can still talk to others and display your usual personality in pig form, but the longer you stay a pig, the more boarish you'll become.

So how do you break the curse? Locals say there's a magic stream up on the mountain that will stop these kinds of enchantments, but you can't go alone. Someone will have to carry you up and sing to you while you drink. It might be a friend or a lover or a complete stranger, but whoever you can nudge into it will have to physically carry you in their arms up the side of the mountain looking for this stream. It can take a whileβ€” the walk is fairly long, a few hours at best, but you'll know it when you find it. The stream sparkles unnaturally in the sunlight and it seems like none of the animals are willing to drink from it's unnaturally cold waters. The moment you take a long sip while your companion sings whatever song pops into their head, you'll turn back into a human. Hopefully your clothes turn back with you.

If your character does not eat meat/pork, then they'll be safe from this event!


GOOD ENDURES


Mirror mirror on the wall...

The pork doesn't seem to be the only enchanted object around Deerington this month. There are several of them cropping up all over the place and each one has a different outcome for those unfortunate enough to run into them.

Spinning wheels seem to be in the most random of places. Some of them will even just appear in your house. Sometimes multiple spinning wheels show up. Anyone who gets to close will have the strong urge to prick their finger on the spindle, the needle very easily cutting the tip and making you bleed more than you might have expected. Hopefully you have a first aid kit around.

Anyone who pricks their finger will find that they are forced to follow the next person they see around everywhere. They'll follow them to work, to school, to the bathroom, to the kitchen, even to bed. It doesn't matter if it's someone you've never spoken to in your life, you will follow them like a lost duckling every hour of every day. It's enough to drive anyone bonkers.

Mirrors will also suddenly be being displayed in every home and every shop, even if you never had them before. It doesn't matter whether or not you have a reflection, any person who looks into the mirror will find that they are forced to imitate the next person they make eye contact with. This can be their personality, their posture, the way they speak, their basic movementsβ€” you'll start to become a total mirror image. If it goes on too long, you might even start to find the two of you start to look more and more alike...

Apples start to pop up in all the stores as well as in your fridges. They're bright red and look so delicious, you can't resist taking a bite. Even if you don't like apples or are normally allergic to them, you'll want to eat these, and you'll find they taste delicious and don't bring harm to anyone. At least... not at first.

A few hours after eating the apple, you'll start to notice differences in your appearance. Your hair has start to thin and become gray and limp, your skin is wrinkled and covered in spots, your hands become frail and shaky. You're aging, and rapidly at that. Before you know it, you've turned into a hideous hag, one that would frighten children in any fairy tale book. But how do you reverse it?

The cure for all three enchantments is to tell three facts about yourself. Even just introducing yourself will show improvement if it's to someone who never knew your name before. Those who ate the apples will have to seek someone out, but anyone who pricked their finger or looked in a mirror will specifically have to confess these three facts to the person they're enchanted to follow/imitate. Once three facts have been shared, you'll be able to leave, return to normal, and age back to your regular self.



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.
hsalf: (tw06)

[personal profile] hsalf 2020-03-29 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Barry, it isn't that I dislike people in the past. I simply know not to get too attached to someone who died long before I was born.

[ that's the nature of things when you're a time traveler. you never tie yourself down so much that you won't be ready to leave when it's time. he's only human though. ]

Dr. Wells was a genius. Creator of the Particle Accelerator, STAR Labs, and a number of vital discoveries that made us rethink how physics operates. Truly a man worthy of respect and awe.
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[personal profile] hsalf 2020-03-29 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
So I fix one magical enchantment with another? No thanks. In fact...

[ he turns around, digging his hands further in, takes a step forward and just

well he just gives the spinning wheel a strong kick to topple it over! take that demon wheel.
]

Magic doesn't protect you from chaos.
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[personal profile] vatical 2020-03-29 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ why is she asking this doesn't she have more important things than sunny to be taking care of.. ]

i mean lots of stuff
the supernatural things in general and how to keep from dying
how i'm gonna deal with my headaches without michael around
or will i even get them?? i mean we're all dreaming aren't we?
and how to get home
normal stuff i guess
sathan: (β˜… β„“π’Άπ“‹π’Άπ“ƒπ’Ήπ“Šβ„“π’Ά π‘œπ’»π’»π’Ύπ’Έπ’Ύπ“ƒπ’Άβ„“)

[personal profile] sathan 2020-03-29 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Headaches?
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chris chambers | the body

[personal profile] chrismas 2020-03-29 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
CWs:general themes for chris include underage smoking, alcoholism, child abuse, domestic violence.

spinning wheels: stop following me

(It was bad enough waking up in some new shitty Maine town, but to have some asshole following him around? At first Chris had figured it was some sort of bad coincidence. He was minding his own damn business, hands shoved in his pockets, cigarette dangling out of his mouth and steadily smoking, keeping to himself as he tried to figure out what was going on. Then he started to realize that the feet following him sounded the same, the reflections in the store windows never changing, and after about five minutes, he knew he was being followed.

It sent a shot of hot insecurity straight down to his gut. He had people harassing him all the time in Castle Rock, and some part of him wondered how in the hell the Chambers name managed to make it out to bumfuck nowhere. It had him stopping at last, spinning on his heel, and staring down whoever was following him.)


Listen, if you gotta problem with me, let's get this over with now.

(Chris didn't like to resort to violence, and his posture was still mostly relaxed, but it was clear by the tight set of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders that he was prepared for violence. And that he was prepared to throw some fists if he had to.)


mirrors: simon says

(Chris wasn't a vain person. But when he walked by one of the body-length mirrors in one of the store windows, he does stop to give himself a hard, critical look. It's not the look of someone trying to see if they looked good or not, but instead the look of someone trying to figure something out. He bends forward to gingerly touch his fingers to the edge of his cheek where there was a fading bruise. Just about gone now. He didn't like the idea of showing up in a new town wearing his pop's handiwork.

After that, he doesn't really think much about it. But then he's making eye contact with some rando on the street, and he's feeling this gut-instinct pull. Chris's body shifts into a different posture, and he doesn't even realize he does it himself. He just moves. And then when the person he's looking at does something, he's doing it too, and he can't really figure out why. It felt like some hokey kids game, only he couldn't remember the last time he played something like this, and his face scrunches up in uncomfortable confusion.)


Stop moving. (Is he saying it to himself or you? Who knows.)


wildcard

pick any of the prompts/make a starter of your own! i'm down for whatever.
Edited 2020-03-29 00:34 (UTC)
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Miriam Maisel | The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

[personal profile] maisel 2020-03-29 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
i. Arrival;
[ She's been around long enough to get the hang(ish) of things. This place sure as hell isn't New York City, but at the very least she actually sort of fits, fashion wise. After claiming the house she woke up in--and it'd had been strange, not hearing Zelda prattle about, making her family breakfast--and spending the better part of half of the getting oriented and letting the fact that she was in a completely different place sink in, she's ready to take on Deerington properly.

First thing's first, though: she's got to humour whatever weird dream this is, and the device she's been given is obviously important, so it's time to shuffle onto the porch of the quaint little house and spot someone looking just as out of place as her walking to God-Knows-Where. ]


Heya! [ It's cheery and pleasant: Midge is dressed to the nines (she'd rather die than leave the house looking nothing less than a proper lady) and she lifts a hand to flag them down like one would a taxi. If they stop she'll meet them on the sidewalk, Fluid in hand. ]

Please tell me you're not busy. I have no idea how to use this. [ She's got a distinct New York accent, heavily rushed but properly enunciated--people familiar with it can easily pin her down to the borough of Manhattan, if they're sharp. ] I actually have no real idea where I am. I know who I am, at least, which I suppose isn't a very promising thing to say, but what can you.

[ Somehow, she's managed to say all of that in 15 seconds or less without stuttering or swallowing a single word. ]

ii. Spinning Wheels;
[ She may not like it, but she's here, and because she's still incredibly in denial that she'll never see her kids or family or friends, she's decided to keep as busy as possible. This means walks, both because it keeps her from losing her mind and also helps her get a lay of the land. It's strange not being in New York--everything seems flat. Bland, even, and far less busy than she's used to.

Those spinning wheels are a neat little local decoration. Quaint, she thinks, and eventually curiosity gets the best of her when she walks by one, which turns into a prodding poke, which means she pricks herself.

The first person she'll see she'll follow--the clicking of her high heels is unmistakable and loud, and if they turn back, they're met with a 50s housewife-esque girl smiling broadly at them but otherwise not saying a single word. ]


iii. Network: un: Mrs. Maisel
To whom it may concern,

I have no idea how to start this: I'm looking for the best club or bar that does comedy. The BEST, not a variety. If there's even a variety here. While you're at it, if someone could point me to what passes as a deli here, that would be a huge help.

Warm regards,
-Midge
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[personal profile] accelerate 2020-03-29 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's nice that he recalls the man he murdered and subsequently catfished with such admiration. but barry has to call bullshit on one thing he's said. ]

You got attached to me.
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[personal profile] vatical 2020-03-29 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ he should definitely not be talking to her about all of this. stop answering, sunny. ]

yeah they're just chronic migraines but michael helps with them
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[personal profile] trancheuse 2020-03-29 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah... she would definitely have a weird time at the Jamboree. Then again so would Larxene, other than sending kids off on snipe hunts for the hell of it. Either way, she was definitely not the 'belonging' type herself. Not really a protestation.

"Hmmmm...," she had to think about it. Normally? she'd say she wanted to hurt people. A lot. But right now, she was having trouble remembering. "So... I'll uh... tell you the truth? I don't really remember what I want. I woke up from being dead not that long ago, and a lot of memories past six months ago are really fuzzy. That doesn't feel weird for some reason. Like I shouldn't be worried about it."

She tapped at her lips and laughed a little, distantly, almost like an echo. "It's strange. I feel like if I were normal, I should be pissed as hell that I can't remember anything before I got to this town other than Roxas... but I'm not. It almost feels, normal?"
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[personal profile] hsalf 2020-03-29 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ he sighs, loud and frustrated. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I did. [ he crosses his arms and tilts his head toward Barry. ] What can I say? You were sweet and blissfully ignorant. Now look at you - bitter, jaded and... old.

[ ha ha. ]
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[personal profile] lightthedarkness 2020-03-29 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Well I mean, neither am I, technically. It's way past 1950 where I'm from... so... decades are like whole other worlds. We have to remember to speak our native language? I'm not sure what you mean? [Usagi blinked at the name and wondered... no, no. Plenty of Japanese people were named Minako. It probably... she was sure it wasn't.]

Oh, I adore every season! But I definitely love spring! Um, so uh, question! I know we can't trust the citizens, but what about the animals? Or should I worry about like... killer rabbits?
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[personal profile] onerthes 2020-03-29 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
It's magic... possibly. A thing that causes us all to hear the same language, unless we concentrate on speaking our own natural tongue.

[Definitely Venus. She was around here somewhere being very Venus-y.]

Deer, dogs and cats are usually safe. The deer protect us, even if they look wrong somehow. The dogs do it too to an extent, but they usually deliver things. The shadowy, smokey cats keep the peace. As long as you're not breaking the law, they're just cats. If you do, they attack and there's no way to stop them until they punish you, assuming that they see the crime, and nobody's been cursed.

Other animals? That can depend.
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[personal profile] reflectory 2020-03-29 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Joy doesn't immediately notice she's being followed. She's too busy poking around, people watching, and being a general nuisance to anyone she encounters. She just asks too many questions, unimportant questions, for it to be anything but annoying. It's after being shooed away for the third time that she spots her tail.

She keeps walking, but she occasionally stops to look back and see if he's still there. She can't figure out why he might be following her. If he had a question or wanted something from her, he'd probably ask, right?

She remembers Tae trying to teach That Boy how to play hide-and-seek. She never quite got the reason for the game herself, but she'd played it with Boy a few times. Maybe Jeff is trying to do something similar? However, when she ducks behind a tree, it doesn't seem to affect what he's doing, so...maybe it's not that either.

Her curiosity gets the better of her eventually, and she approaches him directly. ]


Are you playing a game?
deadboywalking: ([:o] gay panic intensifies)

spinning wheel

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2020-03-29 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[well. this is what's happening now, apparently? will's got his bleeding hand clutched close to his chest, wounded index finger still dripping down his palm, but rather than being concerned with this, he's instead following...a complete stranger.

and, rather than being concerned by this (or by the bleeding, or by the anything), he's mostly just -- wounded at the suggestion that he's following the other boy out of any sort of malicious intent. he frowns, lightly, shaking his head.
]

I-I don't have any problem.
sathan: (β˜€ π‘’π“ƒπ“‰π‘œβ„“π‘œπ“‚π’Ά π’Άπ’·π‘œπ“‡π“‰π’Ύπ“‹π“Šπ“‚)

[personal profile] sathan 2020-03-29 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Not mortal, not for an angel to be involved.
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[personal profile] accelerate 2020-03-29 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ he rolls his eyes. ] There's no way I'm going to die from old age.

[ he won't allow for it to happen and neither will his speed! right? thawne would probably let him become withered until he freaked and saved him. c'mon, you know it's true.

sighing, ]
I was stupidly naive to how the world worked. I lived in my bubble of wanting to find my mom's murderer and bring my dad justice. The Barry you knew was looking for a purpose and you were happy to give it to me. You liked that I gave you a purpose. I liked that I finally had a way to help the world.

[ this barry's found it and doesn't need thawne anymore. that's why he's being a little bitch, isn't it?

btw, fact #2 down. ]
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[personal profile] vatical 2020-03-29 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ he definitely doesn't want to lie to her, but.. he also definitely doesn't want to elaborate much more. ]

they're not
not really
i just don't like thinking about what they are
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[personal profile] almightythirst 2020-03-29 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
β€œYeah, I know it’s—” Bleeding, he’s about to say, but then he looks down and curses when he sees the extent of it. At a loss for other options, he uses the edge of his serape as a makeshift bandage. Wouldn’t be the first time he got blood on the thing, and it won’t be the last.

β€œNow tell me,” he says, coolly as he can given that last exchange. β€œAre my eyes playin’ tricks on me here, or are you Hanzo Shimada?” He wants it clear from the start he has Hanzo’s number. Genji might’ve forgiven him. Might’ve even gotten the go-ahead to try and recruit him. But that doesn’t mean Jesse is ready to get all warm and chummy with the guy, not after seeing the damage he’d wrought on his own kin all those years ago.
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[personal profile] restplease 2020-03-29 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bren starts to say "Sorry," since he assumes he was in the way, but stops as soon as he notices the blood, guts, and gore. He doesn't seem alarmed, concerned, or any other normal reaction. He just seems...kind of resigned, and looks like someone who hasn't had a decent sleep in ages.

Ah. Someone he needs to help. Great. ]


Injured? [ No, no. She ran here fine. A cursory look makes it...fairly evident she's not bleeding out. Someone--or something--else's blood, then. ]

How can I help.
sathan: (β˜… 𝓅𝒢𝓅𝒢𝓋𝑒𝓇 π“‡π’½π‘œπ‘’π’Άπ“ˆ)

[personal profile] sathan 2020-03-29 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
( sorry, did he say he didn't want to talk about it? )

And what are they?

simon says

[personal profile] hiyosilver 2020-03-29 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bill's used to people mimicking him to make fun of him, but usually it's his speech rather than his actual actions. So seeing a boy close to his age moving when he moves, copying even the slightest hand movement, might make him feel a little on edge, but mostly it's just confusing. What was the point?

Only then he's making a face and he's telling him to stop and Bill's wondering if maybe it's not just the usual teasing. He tenses up slightly, but at least he's still. ]


Sss-sorry?
vatical: creationistic | ij (008)

[personal profile] vatical 2020-03-29 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
it's mental health stuff

[ that's not.. completely true, but it's not a lie either. ]

it's complicated??
Edited (WAIT.. there's more) 2020-03-29 01:35 (UTC)
sathan: (β™› π’Έπ“‡π’Άπ“‰π‘’π“‡π‘’π“π“π“Šπ“ˆ π’Έπ‘œπ“‡π“ƒπ“Šπ’Έπ‘œ)

[personal profile] sathan 2020-03-29 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
( yeah, she's bored now )

Well, you'll have to find some way to manage without the angel.
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[personal profile] vatical 2020-03-29 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
yeah that's what i'm afraid of
anyway thanks for answering some of my questions!
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[personal profile] tagartist 2020-03-29 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ That was a hope she could get behind and she decides to focus on the positive (a new phenomenon she's trying to embrace these days). Giving a confident smirk, she nods. ]

Sure do. I could probably start a tour group and relay all the history of Deerington we've got in all it's fucked up glory.