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JULY TEST DRIVE MEME

JULY 2020 TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to July's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: JUDGEMENT 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: Violence, possible gore, intense nightmares, possible death, religion, slow suffocation, melting skin, throat trauma, fire
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Prompt Three
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

STICKS AND STONES

Anyone who has been to school in Deerington likely knows about the possessed bathroom walls by now. The writing blasting your deepest and darkest fears, your best kept secrets, always manifesting the worst parts of yourself. It starts off slow, and grows, and grows... Anyone who looks at the wall only sees rumors about themselves, usually, but lately, people have started to be able to see rumors being written about other people. The writing slowly starts to leak out of the bathroom, starting to spread on the school walls and lockers. Eventually, it starts to spread out into the town itself.

Writing and drawings start to show up around town. It seems like they're exposing peoples worst memories, their darkest actions, but anyone who reads the writing about themselves will see that Deerington has taken a few liberties to make it seem even worse. Did you kill someone in self-defense? The wall will describe how you did it in cold blood. Or maybe you accidentally broke someone's heart? Everyone will read how you manipulated, lied, and destroyed the emotions of an innocent person. Eventually, it will start to make things up that may have never actually happened, but when it's mixed in with all the stories that hold a grain of truth, how can anyone tell the difference?

People will find themselves compelled to believe the rumors, no matter how well they know the person they're written about. Some people might even find themselves tempted to add to the rumors with writings of their own.

You can not scrub the writing off the wall, but it can be covered up or scratched out by markers and paint. The rumors will just write themselves back in within 24 hours, but at least you might be able to stop people from seeing the worst bits about your personality if you're quick enough.

MAY BREAK MY BONES

People will start to find themselves getting exceptionally tired as of late. Even those who don't normally sleep, or normally can't physically sleep, will still find themselves drifting off into whatever equivalent their body can manage. Maybe you curl up on the sofa for a little nap or you're crawling into bed at the end of a long day or you could even just stretch out in the park to get a little shut eye.

No matter where or when you fall asleep, it will be extremely restless. Nightmarish, even.

You "wake up" in a room with a large climbing wall in front of you and nothing but darkness underneath. You aren't alone; the person beside you seems to have just woken up here as well. Maybe it's a friend, maybe it's a stranger, but you're both going to want to take in your surroundings before you get to any kind of chit chat. You can tell you're dreaming, but it all feels, looks, and smells so real. The scent of rust, metal, and blood fill your senses to an overwhelming degree. If you usually rely on powers, you'll find that they aren't working here. You'll also find out quickly just how mortal you may have become.

The large wall is littered with traps. Spikes that shoot out of the wall, ready to skewer the unfortunate person in front of them. Large bear traps will snap shut, just the right height to cut off a persons head at the neck. Random large bouts of fire and sudden puffs of acidic gas that can melt skin. It's hard to tell what triggers each space or if it's entirely random, but you'll need to move quickly in order to avoid all the death traps that are awaiting you.

Especially once the wall starts to deteriorate in front of you. You have to start climbing. Now. You have to move quickly to avoid the wall falling apart while you're climbing it. If it catches up to you, you'll fall into the darkness below, eventually hitting the sharp rocks at the bottom. If you get injured by one of the traps, you'll find that you can really feel it. You'll bleed the same way you would have if you had been injured in real life— even if you don't normally bleed or feel pain at all.

If you climb fast enough and make it to the top of the wall, there will be a door waiting for you. Walk through and you'll wake up wherever you fell asleep. If you sustained any injuries, you'll find that they've been reflected on your body. Hopefully they weren't fatal. Those who don't have human bodies will still find gashes in their bodies where the injuries may have been sustained in their dreams.

Should you die in the dream? You'll die in real life. The body of someone who dies within the dream will suddenly convulse before turning to the same purple dust that all the other bodies in Deerington do before they're reincarnated a week later.

BUT WORDS STILL HURT LIKE HELL

Sometimes when you wake up from your nightmare realms, you won't be in your bed or on your couch. You'll find instead that you're stuck in a confessional booth, even if it means you've been resized to fit in the small space. There's someone on the other side of the screen, but it's not a priest; it's another Sleeper. You're both trapped, the doors refusing to open, and no amount of physical strength or destructive power will make a dent on the walls. The only way out... is to confess.

And you can't just confess any old thing; it has to be something that has been weighing on your mind for some time. Maybe a memory that fills you with guilt, or admittance to an unrequited love, or a deep desire to hurt someone... Anything that's been keeping you up at night, causing tension inside of you. It's your chance to really get things off your chest.

The longer you take to confess, the more dangerous things will become. The air seems to be slowly being sucked out from the confessional booth, slowly suffocating whoever is sitting inside. Even if you don't normally rely on air, you'll start to find yourself choking. It's like your very life force is being sucked out of you. The more you talk, the easier it becomes to breathe, and once you've both finished? The doors will simply unlock.

When you exit the booth, you'll find yourself inside the Deerington church. Turn around and you'll find there is no booth in sight. Guess it's time to just head home.

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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[ Oh, thank god, he hadn't noticed her mistake. Or if he has, he isn't calling her out on it. Giving herself a moment to compose herself, she takes the handkerchief to wipe her tears.

Immediately trying to wipe her eyes with it and making sure that she wipes away all the tears before she calms herself down, her shoulders steadying. ]

I was almost afraid that I couldn't say anything - I'd been in a confession booth before. I didn't think that it would work, but... guess it did.

[He keeps a close eye on her, unsure of what else to do. Atsushi doesn't know much about comforting others and he's too worried about hurting her worse to stumble through an attempt.]

I wouldn't have thought of it without your help. [At least, he doesn't credit himself with the possibility.] You really saved us both.

[She seems slightly better. At least her tears can be cleared up and her posture is more steady. Atsushi peeks over his shoulder and notices that the booth is gone, but quickly puts it out of his mind too. Good. There's no chance of it swallowing them up again. Doesn't mean he likes being in the church.]

Let's go outside. Are you okay to walk? [They did nearly suffocate to death. It wouldn't be a sign of weakness if she wasn't feeling great on her feet.]

... Don't see me as some sort of savior, though. I'm not that at all.

[ She says the words in a way that's rather melancholic, her eyes not exactly meeting his own as she holds out the handkerchief to return it to him. ]

I'll be fine. I'm not someone to worry over.

[It seems rude to say he doesn't see her as a savior, so Atsushi keeps that to himself. He does tone down his gratefulness, if only because it seems to make her uncomfortable. Her second statement, however, can't be ignored.]

... I didn't mean to be insulting. [He decides that's a safe way to start,] Being worried about isn't bad. It's a bit helpful in this place, I think.

[But maybe this hypocrite should shut up? Not because he recognizes his hypocrisy, but because he doesn't want to upset Inaba further. That's the opposite of what he wants, actually.

Atsushi accepts the handkerchief and pockets it again.] Let's go?

... You shouldn't.

[ Now that she's managed to pull herself together, her voice is a little more stern and serious. Insist that he doesn't worry about her, if only for her own personal protection.

Time to put her walls back up. ]

But - yeah. We should probably haul ass.

[Oh, she sounds real upset. Atsushi hesitates, catching an argument on his tongue. It isn't his place to 'correct' her. After her confession, he realizes that Inaba has been through a lot. There's a reason behind this insistence... Until he understands it better, he doesn't want to disrespect her decision. What she's saying may be her way of surviving.]

Mm. [With that simple answer, Atsushi leads the way out of the church. He stops at the doors, testing them nervously and then gladly throwing both open. The sunshine and fresh air are a welcome contrast to the musty old building. Atsushi waits for Inaba to leave first, then follows after her.]

Where are you going from here? [He tries and fails to curb any concern in his voice. The effort to respect her is more of a struggle.]

Maybe we could walk part way? For convenience? [For the sake of him transparently worrying about her?]

[ She follows behind him in a lame attempt to wall up all of the emotions in her voice and expression. If anything, she can keep it all as indifferent as she possibly can. If she can do that, she can easily mask all the unnecessary worry and concern that she has for someone that she potentially knows way too much about.

Out of habit, she takes out her phone and stares at the blank screen for a moment, as if it would give her answers.

It doesn't, of course.

It's just a powered off phone.

But then he asks her a few questions, and finds herself shrugging. ]

Anywhere away from here.

[ "Part way", he says, and she can feel herself wanting to beg for him not to leave her alone, but instead she just answers, cooly enough to hide the tremble. ]

I don't really care either way.

[Perhaps it is lucky, then, that Atsushi's unspoken wish is also to walk her more than "part way" home. He doesn't know how to read someone who walls up their emotions; He may notice cracks and he may understand there is a wall, but he can't see over it. Not immediately. All he knows to do is to be nearby and not leave her alone.]

Okay. Let's walk together, then. [His expression finally settles into a smile. Strained on the edges by his concern, but an attempt to shift the atmosphere to something more positive. Atsushi begins the walk down the lonely Church road, leading to its intersection with Main Street. While his feet know where to take her, his mind is completely lost. If he doesn't say something, they may be stuck in silence for the whole walk...]

Oh! My name is Atsushi Nakajima, by the way. Uh, yours?

...

[ A part of her wants to say something, to say 'I know your name already', but she just instead stews in the silence. Well, it's probably for the best, isn't it? Better to let him never find out, so she doesn't have to answer strange questions about how much she knows.

Ignorance is probably bliss at this moment.

So when he asks her for her name, she answers with a sigh. ]

It's Inaba.

[ The reply comes off as rather cold and indifferent in spite of herself, and she purposely drops her first name from the picture entirely. She knows she probably wouldn't be able to take it if anyone called her that right now. ]

[She's in luck, because Atsushi is becoming quite used to people only having one name. Many of the people he's turned to or chased after in the past month do not have surnames. So in an equally unlucky way, she will now have to deal with Atsushi assuming "Inaba" is her one and only name.

He smiles, testing it out with an honorific to check her reaction;] Inaba-san?

[Unless she seems to hate it, he'll stick to honorifics.]

Even if the circumstances weren't... good... It's nice to meet you? [Will she say anything more? She doesn't seem very talkative. Then again, they did go through a traumatic incident together. Describing their first meeting as 'awkward' is an understatement. Atsushi isn't sure what to do and it's beginning to show in how he stumbles through the conversation.]

Where do you live? Or is there somewhere else that you'd like to go?

[...]

-san is weird, [ She admits without thinking too much. ] since you're older than me. It makes me feel like I've aged a few years, and I'm definitely not that old.

[ The words come off as strangely casual in spite of their circumstances upon meeting not being the best. To almost anyone, it would almost seem as if she's already trying to brush it off quickly, but it's less of that and more -- if she doesn't pull herself together, she'll fall apart.

And she can't.

Not any more than she has to. ]

... The place where they put me in was Mergo Manor. [ She doesn't say anything else. ]

Edited (english) 2020-06-30 07:50 (UTC)

[Atsushi is startled and a bit embarrassed to be called out. He's been trying to start formal with everyone here, since he isn't sure of where he stands in the social hierarchy. He may have been about to accept that he should call her, someone younger than him, by a more casual address... When a confused thought crosses his mind.]

... How did you know I was older than you?

[Even though he's 18, Atsushi has been mistaken for a high schooler by a few other residents. People rarely guess that his age accurately. And Inaba's age never crossed his mind as a factor until she brought it up Is she younger than him? She is wearing a uniform, but he's heard kids graduate between 17 and 18 at these American schools.]

I'm 18. [He wonders if she'll give her age back, for comparison.]

[ Shit.

She curses to herself rather internally when she's called out and a part of her wants to run away so badly. No, no - she can't tell him. She just can not tell him how she knows that fact. Which is why she immediately tries to backpedal, hoping that her quick, frantic lie is bought. ]

Just a hunch.

[ She shrugs her shoulders. ]

Seventeen. I'll be turning eighteen at the end of November.

[As someone who backpedals a lot himself, Atsushi should know the signs... But Inaba is much more skilled at it than he is. He slowly, and forcefully, makes himself let go of any suspicion...

Nodding slowly. Her hunch was correct. He can't fault someone for being right, can he?]

You're right, then. But still... [Calling Kyouka '-chan' doesn't feel too strange, because she is very clearly younger than him. Using '-san' would be weird to Atsushi, too.

That's not how it is with Inaba. She's a stranger, only a year younger than him, and he's afraid of upsetting her. Acting casual with her still feels wrong and disrespectful.]

Inaba... -chan? Uh. -kun? [He's overthinking this. They all sound weird to him.]

[ Of course I am, she thinks but decides not to say aloud.

But she notices that he's struggling a little bit and that's when she finds herself sighing. ]

Just 'Inaba' is fine, if you're okay with that, Atsushi.

[ She refers to him so casually that it's probably more than a little surprising. ]

Huh?!

[This is the face of someone who is okay with it. Don't think too hard. He's certainly trying not to.

It's one thing to have people like Glitch and Vyng call him by his first name; They don't know what '-san' means and don't have honorifics of their own to apply to his name. But Inaba has demonstrated an understanding of honorifics.

He's confused. Atsushi had been ready to force his tongue into a casual address to keep her comfortable, but this?]

... Oh. [He hasn't said anything, stuck in a few seconds of stunned silence.] Y-Yeah, sounds fine... I-Inaba. [That was pretty easy, actually.

Atsushi smiles lightly.] Atsushi is fine for me, too. Thank you.

... Did I say something weird again?

[ She notices his stammering and finds herself looking at him, rather baffled, if only because she feels like maybe he might be catching onto her.

Which is why her gaze looks rather curious, if only because she's finding herself becoming a little more complacent, friendlier. ]

[He flinches, wondering at first if she's indirectly calling him weird. Then letting go of that fear and shaking his head.]

No, not at all. It feels nice.

[Wait. Now he's said something strange. Rewind;]

I mean, it sounds nice. I don't normally address people this way... It's not bad, though. It makes it feel like we could be friends..?

[He's checking her face for any sign that he's gone too far. Inaba seemed quite guarded earlier, so he wasn't expecting her to suggest something so friendly. Atsushi still worries that he might trigger a negative reaction from her. Maybe saying that was too bold of him?]

Oh -

[ And it's right there that she has to stop herself and immediately look away to make sure that she can hide the flush of her cheeks. ]

No, that - we can't -

[ Her voice is slightly strained, even as there's an edge of hope there. Even though she does say 'we', the implications are more about herself.

"I can't be your friend.

It will only hurt." ]

[And there it is; A reality check. Atsushi is disappointed, but not surprised. They have only just met, after all, and their first meeting was 'uncomfortable' at best.

Atsushi forces a smile, not wanting Inaba to catch onto his feelings. Nor does he want to share any of the guilt.]

That's fine! Don't worry about it, Inaba. I overstepped.

[He waves a hand slowly, as if he can fan the uncomfortable atmosphere away.] I'm happy just to know you, honest!

[ Guilt flashes in her eyes and she can't help but look away. Her hands clench by her sides, tight fists as they shake.

When she speaks, it's with a bit of a tremble. ]

Don't say that. It's not true.

[And he's wrong again? Atsushi can't win here. Not only did he apparently say something wrong, but he sees the guilt before she looks away. He hadn't wanted to share that with her.

Though, on a second note... He can't figure out which thing is untrue. His overstepping? Atsushi decides that must be fact; It's what prompted her to be upset. But the only other thing she could be denying is that he's happy to know her. And that's true too, isn't it? He's certainly not unhappy to know her.]

Which did I get wrong..?

[ Another deep breath in and out as she closes her eyes for a moment before finally raises her head, dark eyes serious and focused on him. ]

Why would you be happy to know someone like me? If you really knew me, I'd doubt that you would be.

[ She needs to put those walls back up. Push herself away, so she can protect herself. That way, nobody can get hurt. It's easier that way. Even if she doesn't want to. ]

[So that was what upset her. Atsushi almost files it away in his mental survival guide for Inaba, but he can't. He can't agree with her. He has the Agency and they make him feel wanted, so much so that he's defied his own logic to stay with them. He's redefining himself, enough to stand by Kyouka when everyone else said she'd be a burden. He can't change himself completely, but he can offer change to others.

So even now, he ignores logic to meet Inaba's firm gaze with his own.]

You're right. I might be hasty to make a judgment so fast. But I can't take back what I said.

[He offers a hand, as he's learned to do with many of Maine's residents.]

I'm happy to have met you. And I'm prepared to cross that bridge when I get there, if you'll let me. Inaba. [Especially now that he knows her name, Atsushi can't leave her alone.]

[ For a long while, she's quiet.

And for that moment, she debates on the single question: how can she push him away? But then she realizes that she's been hesitating. Because she's too scared, too terrified to play the 'role' that could give her just that.

Her future self had suggested it before, hadn't she?

Just... become the villain. ]

Then know this.

[ She starts, trying to steady her expression into something cold, her voice icy. It's a sharp contrast to her casual tone from earlier, and it's so abrupt that one could possibly think that there's something off about it. And they'd be right.

All she has to do here is trample on his feelings.

Then he'd leave her, wouldn't he?

He'd hate her for it, and she'd cry the moment she had a chance to be alone, but... it's for the best. That's what she believes. ]

I would never allow a beast who can't save even a single person to be a friend of mine. That kind of human doesn't even deserve to live.

[ Purposeful phrasing.

If she has to throw her heart out the window, then so be it. ]

So stop it.

[ "Stop being kind to me." ]

JULY 2020 TEST DRIVE MEME

STICKS AND STONES

MAY BREAK MY BONES

BUT WORDS STILL HURT LIKE HELL

Character Arrival

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