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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!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

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 while— 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 movements— 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.

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[ stories they.. have from people? he gives him a curious glance at that, wondering what sort of office collects ghost stories. what is it that he.. does, exactly? do they edit paranormal non-fiction or something..?

he opens the cabinet to get mugs down, nearly dropping one as martin asks about that. ] Um. [ he stares down unseeingly at the mug for a few moments, temples beginning to throb in spite of himself. he's not even looking, not really. he's not hearing, or-- or remembering, or any of that.

he takes a careful breath and turns back to martin, setting the mugs down on the table. ] .. Bit of both, [ he admits with a crooked half-smile. ] There's, um.. angels and demons? And.. other.. things. Witches and the like, stuff that ain't.. uh, ain't none of that. I don't know how to, uh, to.. classify it, I guess, and I don't really ask.

[ he turns to the fridge to get cream out, the cabinet for sugar, a drawer for spoons.

when he returns to the table, he sinks slowly down into the other chair, looking a little dizzy for a moment as martin's face fuzzes briefly out with that weird.. foggy something again. ] I've met a coupla' angels. No demons, though. Don't really wanna'. [ though he knows he--or rather, He--did something to them that they never could have deserved. ]

[Martin's general concern level is slowly creeping upward, as is the need to fuss now that he's not bleeding everywhere. He drums his fingers lightly on his own thigh, considering the other man.]

Good or bad, it doesn't seem like you've had the best experiences with them. We don't have to talk about this.

[He can press for Statements when they're better acquainted. Martin thinks he could write up a few for Jon just off the first days here.]

Um... How did you get into art?

[ he folds his hands across the top of the table, thumb brushing absently over one of the knuckles as the coffee brews. the concern is.. kind. human-kind, rather than the overbearing, exhausting sort of kindness michael tends to show him. ]

That's nice of you. [ he hesitates, then shrugs slightly. ] When you've believed the world a certain way for most of your life, only to be shown without room for doubt or question that it's not that way, it's.. hard, I guess? I'm still, um.. getting used to it. [ he smiles again, self-conscious, a little flustered. ] You'd think, considering I'm here.. [ that maybe everything would be a little less difficult, but it's not.

talking about art's a little bit less overwhelming, at least. a little. ]

I'm not really sure, honestly. I guess I was drawing since I could pick up a pencil, and my grade-school and high-school art teachers really helped me out, teaching me about materials and all. [ the coffee drip finally trails off, and sunny gets up to get the pot to pour for them both. ] My first boyfriend was older, he helped me to get exposure, but it's always been a way to get things out of my head and onto paper where I can deal with them. A-- A little like poetry, I guess? I've never written it, but.. [ the idea seems similar enough.

he sets the pot aside and settles again, pouring cream into his steaming mug, then spooning in sugar and stirring. ] I've, uh.. I got distracted, but.. Martin, what is it you.. do at home? I mean, you said y'all collect ghost stories.

[It's a sentiment that Martin can well appreciate, and his expression softens a bit as he puts cream and sugar into his own coffee. He lets that part of the conversation rest for now. They can come back to it at some point. Making his host uncomfortable would be rude.

Martin's more than content to offer simple, polite questions and just let Sunny talk, but apparently the man has other ideas.]

I work in an archive. [Worked.] It's part of a research institute that deals with paranormal and occult activities. Mostly, we help out researchers in parapsychology from the local universities in London. They come in looking for the first-hand accounts we can provide.

You said your boyfriend helped get you exposure? So, you've done gallery showings? That sort of thing? [He's just going to swing this conversation back around to be about Sunny.]

Yeah. I picked up some fame in the area I'm from. [ he takes a sip of his coffee, then turns his hand again in a little wiggle. ] Until this started taking over. [ his addiction, that is. ] According to gossip I'm makin' a comeback, though. [ his lips quirk back up, amused, as he sets his cup back down. ]

I didn't know parapsychology was that.. big? [ well, no, he knew it was popular with all the ghost tv shows and investigators and the like, but that's all so.. campy. he didn't think there were enough actual academics in it to justify an entire research facility with an archive and everything. ] I guess the ghost encounters thing makes sense, though. If you'd seen a ghost, you'd want to find a way to.. make sense of it..

[ he rubs his thumb over the chapstick print on his mug, wiping it away absently. ] No wonder you're so calm. [ well, that and the.. whatever-it-is shadowed over martin. he has his own story, doesn't he? ]

It's not really that big. We're just one of those niche things. [His smile is pleasantly bland along with his tone.] You get used to hearing a lot of things, it's true. Like I said, I'm pretty sure most of it isn't real.

[He knows full well most of them aren't real, but for the ones that are...]

I hope you can get the gossip going here, as well. Although... this place seems like it might be kind of dangerous. And the people who aren't like us are... kind of unpleasant? Just... the looks they give you.

Most of it. [ most of it, but not all of it. surely martin knows about the.. whatever it is attached to him. barely attached, like an echo. .. but what if he doesn't? but he could be hiding it, maybe he doesn't want people to know about it, and it's none of sunny's business. but what if he doesn't know? what if it's something that's.. hurting him, or causing problems, and sunny could.. help? or what if mentioning it just makes it worse? it's not like sunny has answers for him, he refuses to dig that deep into the box.

maybe he can just.. bring up what he can see in general and take clues from martin's response? ]

Definitely more dangerous than I know how to deal with, [ he agrees, hands tightening a little around the cup. ] People say ignorance is bliss, and in a way, I'd agree. Not being aware of all that.. other stuff would be a blessing. Sometimes I think I'd-- I'd rather not have any answers, and just.. [ he makes himself really look at martin, forces himself to acknowledge that there's more there than just a pleasant, quiet man. ] .. be able to pretend I don't see.. the things I see. Pretend they're just in my head.

Edited (additional clarification) 2020-04-07 18:20 (UTC)

[Sunny seems to be very stuck on this and Martin's sort of regretting bringing it up. His expression remains neutral to mildly concerned. There's a prickly sensation at the back of his neck that makes him want to fade away, just disappear from this conversation and leave Sunny to his coffee, not really understanding why he'd made two cups for himself. Of course, that's no longer an option.]

Are you seeing a lot of things here? I've definitely noticed there are a lot of unusual people. Even the animals are pretty strange. Three-eyed dogs and cats that look like they're sort of made of smoke. Those are definitely real. The dogs still seem nice?

[ ugh, god, he doesn't want to do this. there's a reason he ignores it all, isn't there? it's none of his business. it's not his place to look after strangers. he's not.. what He was.

his glance drops to his coffee again, lips thinning uncertainly. ] Uh. Yeah, they seem nice. [ he rubs a hand over his brow, then digs a knuckle into his temple. ] I-- Sorry, it's been a weird coupla' days. [ he could say something right now. he could. but it's just an echo, isn't it? ]

Short answer: yes. I-- I see stuff in and attached to people, too. And it's none of my business and I-- I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable or anything, but you've got this.. fog, like, or mist sometimes. [ a shaky breath. ] And it's not strong or anything, it's more like a reminder? But you're sitting at my kitchen table and I'd feel like an asshole if I didn't.. say something. In case you didn't know. [ helplessly: ] I don't know what it is, I never know what it is, all I can do is see it, and I can't help that part.

[Martin is silent for nearly half a minute, turning over his response to that. Honestly? If this were his world? He'd immediately peg Sunny as an avatar for the Eye with that kind of ability. It's reminiscent of some of Jon's powers as the Archivist. And that 'knowing, but not understanding' is... yeah. He sips his coffee and looks away.]

I know it's there, Sunny. You don't need to worry about it. It's... not a part of me anymore. [Except it is in some ways.] Not really. [He smiles at the other man again.] It's called the Lonely, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't have any power here.

[ he's tense and silent, headache growing, as martin seems to process what he said. he doesn't throw the coffee at him or storm off or start crying or anything, though, so that's.. probably good.

when he speaks again, sunny actually jumps a little, wound up like a spring and breath stuttering out of him in surprise. but martin's.. calm, so he finds his shoulders easing again. ]

Oh, [ he breathes, and, relieved: ] Good. Okay. [ a beat. ] Well, good that.. I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. I-- I'm sorry about-- I just can't turn it off. [ ever, really, though some days are considerably easier than others. ]

It's fine. [Not really, but he'll accept it for what it is and be careful about how he directs this conversation.] I know someone with that sort of power. He's here, and you'll probably want to be careful around him. He can't help looking, either. His name's Jon Sims. Short, graying, sort of looks like he hasn't slept in two weeks, lots of scars. What's attached to him probably is here. He's a good man, but he can be dangerous to people like you.

[ he stiffens, hands going white-knuckled around his mug for a moment. someone with a similar.. power? how similar? for the same.. reason?

but he said attached to him. not inside him, not part of him, attached. is it like this.. lonely? ] Dangerous.. how. Exactly.

[How to explain this succinctly? Martin takes another long moment to think about it, how best to phrase it so Jon doesn't seem like just a monster.]

Someone did something very bad to him, tricked him. Because of that, he has different things he needs now to stay alive. One of those things is stories. Stories from people who have encountered supernatural things. If you talk to him about them, it might give you really bad nightmares. And he has trouble not asking for them because of what was done to him. Writing it down works for him as an alternative, and it won't hurt you if you do it that way. If he asks about things, maybe suggest that, instead. It'll remind him he shouldn't be asking.

[ so this jon eats.. stories. is that why martin was asking about the things in sunny's world..? that's honestly a little bit scary, that this jon person was changed, but it's not like he asked for it. and martin seems to.. care about him? maybe they're friends or something?

he glances down at his coffee, touching a finger to the spoon still sitting in it, and then takes a breath. ]

Should I.. write something down for him, then? I mean.. and give it to you to give to him? [ his glance lifts once more, flickering over martin's face. ] How often does he need, um.. stories?

If you... want to? I mean, I'd really appreciate it!

[This is surprising, honestly.]

He needs them... pretty often. But I can feed him with some things, myself, too.

[ thinking back on all the things he's seen the last few years, and all the times michael or raphael were near, or even the things he half-remembers.. ]

I can't promise they'll all be exciting reading, [ he admits with a huff of laughter. ] Sometimes Michael stops by just to, um, bring lunch because he knows I haven't eaten all day. But I'll put as many down as I can, and hopefully.. uh. Hopefully, your Jon won't have to go hungry for a while.

[Having someone call him 'your Jon' makes Martin's stomach do a strange little roll as something warm blossoms in his chest. There's a much wider smile this time, sappy almost.]

Thank you. Anything would be amazing. I want to make sure he doesn't have to worry about it. He's got too much to worry about, as is. And-and thanks for the coffee, too. This was really lovely.

[ oh. not just friends, then. sunny returns the smile, his own crooked and charmed. even though the subject matter is still kind of spooky, martin's clearly besotted state is sweet. ]

I'm glad you think so. I know parts of this whole meeting have been kinda' upsetting, but I'm still really glad I met you, anyway.

[ martin's a nice guy, and anyone that can smile like that about another person is probably okay in his book.

he rests his elbow on the table, chin in his palm. ] How long have you two known each other?

[The follow-on question snaps Martin back to the reality of the moment and a deep blush colors his face.] Jon? O-oh, well... um. I mean, I knew of him for... a really long time, but we only properly met... four years ago? [He's doubtful Jon remembers the first time they met in the library, even if Martin has a detailed catalog of every single second of that brief encounter.] I started working in his department.

It's- I guess it's lucky we wound up here together. Is there anyone from your world here? You mentioned... Michael? Is he your boyfriend?

[ it is lucky, he guesses.. or awful, depending on how you look at it. not only is one of them stuck here, but both of them. but at least they're together, so that has to count for something. they can be there for one another, support one another..

the question about michael makes him choke on a sip of coffee, though, and he coughs once to clear his throat, setting the mug hastily back down to keep from spilling it. once his throat is clear, he finds he's laughing a little, imagining the look on michael's face if someone suggested that. ]

Um, no. Michael's.. [ a pause. ] I don't wanna' assume, but are you familiar with Christianity and, uh, related.. mythology..? [ his lips twist up wryly. ] Specifically with the archangel Michael..?

Archangel... Oh! Wow. Um... yeah, none of that's real where I'm from.

[But Sunny did mention angels and demons.]

That's- Wait, why is an archangel making you lunch?

[ he looks aggrieved for a moment. ] I still sometimes wish it wasn't back home for me. [ the look fades, though, as he feels his face go a little warm.

that is the question, isn't it? why would michael, of all creatures in creation, want to spend time with some lowly ex-addict? it's also part of that thing sunny doesn't like to spend much time thinking about or dealing with.

he shifts, arm lowering again as he sits up straighter, fiddling with one of the rings he's wearing to give his fingers something to do. ] It's.. sort of.. complicated. I'm technically his parent?

[The wheels are turning on that, give him a moment.]

You're... is this like one of those every time a baby laughs an angel is born type things? I've- I think I heard that?

[Somewhere? Somewhen back when he'd been a lot younger.]

Or are you an angel?

[ he breathes another little laugh, startled, then shakes his head. ] No, neither of those things.

[ it's his turn to go quiet, contemplating how to explain something he doesn't even like examining on his own. to excuse the silence, he lifts his coffee to his lips again, more careful this time. when he sets it down, he looks a little dizzy-- his headache is still.. there, and he's starting to feel that familiar not-right-in-his-bones sensation, but he pushes it away as hard as he can. ]

So, best I understand it, a real long time ago, God left heaven. Left.. everything, just up and disappeared. Michael spent a long time looking, but He was nowhere around. [ he gently nudges his cup away to toy with his rings again, staring down at his hands as he picks the words he wants. ] Only.. twenty-eight years ago, I guess God got it into His head He wanted to try something new. So He took everything that made Him.. Him, and jammed it down into the shape of a human soul, and-- and let Himself just.. be born as a human. And His ma named Him Sunny.

[ his hands turn over and spread in a nervous shrug. ] Only I don't remember most of it. Bits and pieces sometimes, like.. like teaching Lucifer to Sing. Or holding the first star and what it felt like. .. And there's the things I.. see and.. know, sometimes.

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YOU UNCULTURED SWINE

GOOD ENDURES

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