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SEPTEMBER 2020 TEST DRIVE MEME




SEPTEMBER 2020 TEST DRIVE MEME









Welcome to September's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: CHILDREN/YOUNG ADULT 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: Evil dollhouses, potential body horror (turning into a doll), heights, pranks with the potential to cause harm, some stalking vibes
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!











THE EVIL DOLLHOUSE


When you wake up, you find you're not in your own bed, your own room, or even your own house. The room is well decorated, almost Victorian in fashion. The bed is pretty uncomfortable and you're not even sure the mattress is a real mattress. The chairs look like they might be made of plastic and the doors are flimsy. But it might not be what catches your eye, especially if you look out the window.

Through the clear panes (which also seem to be plastic), you will notice you do not see the town of Deerington, or even the outdoors at all. You see a living room that feels larger than life. There aren't any people in it, but as you look around at the fake looking furnishings and the strange view, you might be hit with a realization: you're inside a dollhouse.

The dollhouse has three floors for those who explore; the second floor you woke up on has two bedrooms and a fake little bathroom, all decorated in the same Victorian dollhouse style as the room you originally found yourself in. The bottom floor has a cute little kitchen with small porcelain dolls sitting around the table, a living room with all the basic furniture one would expect to find (in fact, it looks a great deal like the living room outside the windows), and an office filled with books that can't actually be pulled out of the shelves. On the very top floor is an attic. It's dusty and filled with broken toy beds and chairs, a few shattered doll pieces, and on the far wall you'll see another bookshelf. All seems... fairly standard, really, if you're used to seeing dollhouses.

But what there doesn't appear to be is an exit.

While searching, you may run into another Sleeper. A friend or a stranger, it's clear you're both stuck here together. And the longer the time ticks by, the more concerning things get. You might not notice at first, but anyone inside the dollhouse starts slowly... changing.
It seems to go at a different pace for everyone, but the results are always the same. Your skin will start to become porcelain, your cheeks more rosy, your clothes made of cheaper cloth material, your joints become stiffer, and your eyes will start to become more and more glass like. If you don't get out of the dollhouse soon, it's clear that you may become the next doll at the kitchen table.

Searching the house again may feel fruitless, but keen observers may find light scratches on the floor in front of the bookshelf in the attic. Maybe they were like that because of someone moving things around or maybe there's a reason. If you decide to eventually pull the bookshelf aside, there will be a large door in the wall. It may seem strange, given that the wall only leads to the outside, but it's the only door to the outside that actually opens. You expect it to open up into the living room, but instead you'll see the grass of the park below. Far below. It's likely you could get hurt jumping, especially if you've started to turn to porcelain, but what other choice do you have?

Once characters take the plunge, they will find that they land rather softly in the grass, despite how high the jump may have seemed. As soon as you are out of the dollhouse, your body will have returned to complete normal.

And the house with the dollhouse in the living room will be nowhere in sight.


THOSE PESKY KIDS


You start off thinking maybe you're just forgetful and moved minor pieces around in your house without paying attention. You might think you're just seeing strange things out of the corner of your eye, because why wouldn't you? It's Deerington. Things are always strange. But each day, there's something weirder going on. Small objects might turn into entire rooms being rearranged, strange sightings out of the corner of your eye might turn into you swearing you saw a lake monster running through the street, and you swear you can hear the rattling of chains or the sounds of someone telling you to leave echoing in your house at night or following you down the street.

A haunting seems plausible. It wouldn't be the first time in Deerington. But no amount of herbs burned, or exorcisms performed, or chants and spell cast will make these things go away. In fact, they seem to just becoming more and more frequent, and more and more intense. Eventually, the strange creatures you see running around may start to try and attack you. They may start to try and kill you. But they always run off before you can attack back or show yourself to be stronger than them. It's probably the first time the monsters have ever been so easily scared.

Anyone who looks into it further may start to find weird clues lying around after a monster has been chased off. Footprints that don't look quite monster-like, tapes or records that when played will make strange rattling sounds like the chains you've been hearing, a piece of rubber that looks a lot like the monsters skin... Huh. The more you follow the clues, the more they'll lead you towards the answer to your dilemmas; these aren't hauntings.

They're pranks.

People can work together to catch a monster or ghost (or killing it, if you decide to); catching them will lead to them getting quite flustered and angry, struggling to get away. Pull off the mask or the sheet and underneath you'll find... a very disgruntled townsperson. Maybe your business was taking too much money away from theirs and they were hoping you'd close down with enough scares, maybe you talked back to them one time and they were looking for revenge, maybe you ruined their house or garden when you were fighting the things in Deerington that actually try to kill you, or maybe they were just having some "harmless" fun; they all have a different excuse, but they're clearly angry about getting caught.

They woulda gotten away with it if it weren't for you pesky Sleepers, after all.



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.
envisioner: (Crouch)

[personal profile] envisioner 2020-08-30 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think she'd like me telling you.

[In other words, no. She's not really okay]
arclightning: (awkward | so don't ask)

[personal profile] arclightning 2020-08-30 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe where you come from. We don't have any of these animals where I'm from. [ So far, Wu's the only other person here who thinks that being greeted by just a deer was one of the weirdest parts of all this. ]

Where do you come from? [ Mako's already getting used to asking this question as part of the litany of vaguely-interrogative questions he asks people. ]
arclightning: (glare | we've been talking)

[personal profile] arclightning 2020-08-30 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ You know what? It's not even worth it. The house is gone they got away, they're fine—somehow—and Mako wants to get as far away from this place as possible before anything else happens. He can see the rest of the town over the tops of the trees.

Shaking his head, he grabs Wu's arm and turns him bodily away from where the house is supposed to be.
] It's fine. Let's get out of here.
royalfling: (blank stare | huh)

[personal profile] royalfling 2020-08-30 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. You're not a car. [ Wu blinks at Sideswipe, then at the townsperson he's holding, then back at Sideswipe ] Where'd the car go?
royalfling: (think about it | offer)

[personal profile] royalfling 2020-08-30 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
No more stairs? [ Wu peers into the attic hopefully. ] Oh, good. I'm exhausted. [ He lets go of Kristoff's arm to slump down against the wall. ] Go look for clues. I'll be there in a minute.
royalfling: (hey there | got an idea | smile)

[personal profile] royalfling 2020-08-30 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Them? No. Nope, never seen 'em in my life. [ Wu squints at her, then pulls himself to his full height and sweeps her a bow ] With all this ghost hunting, I don't think I ever properly introduce myself. I'm Wu, gorgeous.
laminae: (unsure)

[personal profile] laminae 2020-08-30 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh. Sounds like it sucked, but you're probably gonna be real prepared for this place.

[Fern can see the similarities between that nightmare and this one, sadly.]
springlock: (pic#12301748)

[personal profile] springlock 2020-08-30 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
No way out? [ She's turning the words over in her head more than questioning him, really, her voice small and thoughtful.

Eventually, Charlie draws the conclusion that she feels very exposed out standing in the streets, even with her improvised weapon. After a moment, she gestures to Richie's ice cream, now significantly smaller than it had been when this conversation started. ]


Where did you get that? Because if we're going to be stuck somewhere with monsters and... people dressed as them, I'm gonna need some of that. [ She says it the way people who drink talk about alcohol after a long day, which is somewhat amusing, but mostly, Charlie just hopes Richie knows a place here where they aren't in as much danger of being attacked. ]
royalfling: (blank stare | huh)

[personal profile] royalfling 2020-08-30 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep. Yep. Let's get out of here and never come back! [ Wu throws a hand in the air, glancing back at where the house was.

His jaw drops.
] The house is gone!
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Young Avengers (Default)

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2020-08-30 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"We're friends and teammates, Jean-Paul," David counters. "And I helped figure out what happened to Jeanne-Marie. Plus I'm told I'm a good listener."

Mostly he was told by Magneto's grandsons. Well, the one that was a speedster and wildly private.

He takes another, thoughtful sip of his coffee. One of his huh? Forgive him for the half amused look in his eyes.

"I'm not sure your boyfriends are going to appreciate you picking up an attractive young genius as a ward. Especially not one who is an adult. But I appreciate the offer of friendship. I find myself in need of a speedster to meddle in my life right now. Turns out I'm better at life with one looking over my shoulder. As for what I'd like to know is why I've been told to be careful around cats."
rattailmom: (someone kill me)

[personal profile] rattailmom 2020-08-30 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
He is? How long?

[ She feels as if there's so much she needs to catch up on, now. ]

I'll talk to her then. It also could be because of this place. At this rate, I put nothing past the powers that run this place.

[ At Vira-Lorr's explination of her death, her eyes narrow. ]

I am, I saw them during my time on Earth. Not in use, but in the history books that I managed to borrow from Keith's father.

[ That't not even a death the Galra would use, which was saying something. ]

And you don't bleed out? I would think... although I suppose this place could be keeping your alive, if only for spite.

[ It's meant to be humor, but even Krolia knows it falls flat. This place got worse while she was gone. She probably should have realized that, but...

She sighs. This place was taxing and she had only been her not even six hours yet. ]


... I see. And not only a demented bear, but to have their friends and fellow sleepers pulled into the mix as well. To be responsible for another's death, especially if it's someone you are close to, it's... a horror that does not truly fade, no matter how much we lie.

[ Krolia might not have killed someone while here, but she came close to almost killing Keith when she arrived the first time. She knows she would have never forgive herself for that if she had succeeded. And she remembered when Chloe had killed her... ]
arclightning: (arguing | I don't know bro)

The Dollhouse

[personal profile] arclightning 2020-08-30 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"What was," Mako mutters, as a crack echoes through the house. He hasn't been awake very long, but his body is already getting stiff and strange, and he doesn't like how his peripheral vision is going fuzzy at the edges.

He doesn't like any of this, come to think of it, but dwelling on how much he hates it isn't going to get him out of here. The only thing that will do that is finding a physical way out.

He'd thought he was alone, except for those dolls in the kitchen, until he hears that crack and someone else's worried voice from around the corner. It's some combination of relief that someone else is here and needing to know if they're dangerous that makes him peek around the corner, see Carlos staring at his own skin, and immediately hurry to his side. "Are you okay?
rattailmom: (I have no idea)

[personal profile] rattailmom 2020-08-30 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Krolia wouldn't judge you for crying, Chloe. Hell, Krolia feels like doing it herself. They could even pretend that neither one of them does it, as a bonus. Just a secret between the two of them.

She pulls back slightly, still not letting Chloe go, in order to raise a hand and place it against the other's cheek. Gods, as much as she hated seeing every here still stuck here, she couldn't deny that seeing Chloe and Vira-Lorr and knowing the others were still around lifted a weight that had constricted her heart. It was such a double edged feeling.

"Not that long ago, less then a day," Krolia's voice was soft, "Have you been here the entire time I was gone?"
rattailmom: (Knowledge or just death)

[personal profile] rattailmom 2020-08-30 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
.....

Do I even want to know?
arclightning: (unsure | this can't end well)

[personal profile] arclightning 2020-08-30 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. [ Mako's jaw is set hard. He tugs at Wu's arm, pulling him through the grass. ] Don't look at it. [ Irrational? Paranoid? Maybe. But Mako's not taking any chances. ]
revvup: (Default)

Harley Quinn - DCEU

[personal profile] revvup 2020-08-30 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival

Holy fucking cow that had to have been one lively sniff of the white stuff because Harley doesn't remember quite how she got here. Or where here is. There's a dull echo about being gone though that rouses her properly.

She stands shakily. "Hello?" she calls out, finding herself apparently alone. Huh. If she'd been arrested or grabbed by one of the many people who wanted revenge for something she'd done in the past, surely they wouldn't leave her alone?
After another second of peering round, she drops the frightened act and shrugs to herself, sauntering on her way. Whatever happens happens, right?

Dollhouse

It takes Harley a good five minutes to notice that she's not where she had fallen asleep the previous night. It takes her even longer and a disappointing pour of an empty cereal packet to realise that she's in some weird pretend house.
Sitting down at the table, she chuckles almost fondly over at one of the porcelain dolls opposite her. "You know, with a few sparkles, I bet we could make your eyes pop real nice. What d'ya say?"

Those pesky kids

There may or may not be an awful lot of banging coming from Harley's house, followed by a lot of screaming and shouts. Maybe that's what draws you over? Maybe it's just boredom. Either way, you'll be confronted with the remnants of an elaborate looking trap, a tied up man covered in what is hopefully ketchup rather than anything more dramatic and Harley, who seems to be doing a lot of messing with a pen and a few bits of metal.
"Nearly ready," she says cheerfully to the bound up man. "After all, you can't just break in and not expect a little fun right? That'd just be rude!"
obitus: (NCI01692)

[personal profile] obitus 2020-08-30 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Nico is waylaid for a moment by the name, and he looks the guy up and down with a suddenly critical eye.

Come to think of it, he's not sure what he would have expected the man who could make music beautiful enough to move his famously unsympathetic father to look like, but... well okay, he does have an instrument with him, that fits. Nico would have thought it would be a lyre and not a guitar, but in retrospect it's stupid to assume someone's iconography would stay so static throughout the centuries.

He blinks himself back to the present situation at hand, hesitating an extra moment before deciding an explanation would be pretty helpful right about now. "Nico di Angelo," he offers in return, mirroring the nod of greeting and looking more serious than a skinny, rumpled teenager probably should. Especially right after yelling at all the gods for answers, unprovoked. "I just got here, yeah."
obitus: (NCA10733)

[personal profile] obitus 2020-08-30 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Given that Nico tends to spend more time talking to the restless dead than he does the living (and other teenagers far more than adults) he has a very high threshold for weird, but this guy is starting to seem odd even to him.

"They didn't really do that, did they?" Nico wouldn't exactly put it past modern people to put really weird crap in their food. If there's one thing he discovered stepping out of the 1930s directly into the 2010s, it's that. Nothing's got ingredients anymore, it just has chemicals. He casts one last look at the discarded box of twinkies, before eyeing Wesker's selection somewhat dubiously. "Well, what would you suggest?"
saviourking: (pre | what i started)

[personal profile] saviourking 2020-08-30 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If it weren’t for witnessing the other man’s... performance earlier, Dimitri would have been inclined to take him at his word. Or at least have cause to clarify if he meant talkative in the literal sense. Would it really be so unbelievable compared to everything else he’s encountered over the last several days?

Even knowing it is (probably) not the case, he leans more towards devoted or intuitive than crazy. It’s reminiscent of Marianne, her ease and natural empathy towards animals, and the thought makes him smile in turn. ]


It sounds as though you’ve known each other for some time. Did you arrive here together?

[ He's a bit envious. ]
obitus: (NCI16753)

ahh sorry my replies are taking so long!

[personal profile] obitus 2020-08-30 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Nico's hand goes to the hilt of his sword when she first reaches up but then he's just stuck standing there, squinting up at her when nothing comes of it and she just grabs the Twinkies from the shelf above him. That was definitely on purpose. Man, if he doesn't hit a growth spurt soon he will have to riot.

Whatever, moving past that!! He scowls, dropping his hands back down to his sides. Do not pick fights with children of Ares, he tells himself, that is probably exactly what they want.

"It was just me when I woke up," he settles on replying after a moment, but then he has to consider what it means. He's not not used to getting dragged into real bad situations alone, but it does strike him as weird considering that he was at camp one moment and then waking up here in the woods the next. Or, not waking up in the woods. Dreaming but not dreaming. Nico also has none of the control over it here that he'd clawed and scraped together over the years back home, which is unnerving. "Wait, the Orpheus?"
obitus: (NCA30836)

[personal profile] obitus 2020-08-30 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
... Yeah. [He pulls himself together and scowls at the ground. Honestly, Nico had mostly skimmed the letter, mistrusting every word as he puzzled it slowly out before abandoning it entirely. He'd made a beeline for the graveyard to summon spirits and get the story out of them (of course Nico would listen to the dead before he would the living), but the whole thing had been flooded and too precarious to perform the summoning rituals properly.

And then using shadows to get to the Underworld hadn't worked. Praying to his father hadn't elicited a response. Attempting to burn an offering had just resulted in... burnt food.

Frankly, he's at his wits end here. But dwelling on that isn't going to help right now: he joins Percy in scouring the space for clues. The window doesn't move a millimeter even when he throws his weight against it with his shoulder (which he couldn't feel at all, bit worrisome), so he moves on and eventually he finds himself staring down at the scratches in the floor in front of the bookcase.]
Hey, I think this might move.
saviourking: (pre | with the morning sun)

[personal profile] saviourking 2020-08-30 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dimitri nods, coming to the same grim conclusions. ]

Everything here seems rather... frail. My weapon included, unfortunately.

[ Admittedly, the fact that they themselves are included as well is a greater cause for concern. Who knows how this magic will progress? Will a time come when the stiffness in their limbs turns to true immobility? If so, how long do they have until it's too late?

... A horrifying thought, but he refuses to accept resignation or hopelessness. ]


Perhaps we should do a full sweep of the upstairs once more. There could be a key or mechanism we may have missed.
obitus: (NCI19167)

[personal profile] obitus 2020-08-30 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Definitely same hat. Nico crosses his arms over his stomach, but finds that his shoulders don't quite cooperate when he moves to hunch in on himself. Stiff and, it feels like, getting stiffer. The skin on his arms feels... harder, almost. He can't see it himself, but his cheeks are getting rosier, too.

He looks back towards the stairwell they'd just come up. They're as far as they can be from the kitchen now, but...

He almost doesn't want to ask. But he can't not ask:]
Is it getting harder for you to... move?
speed_of_snark: (a smile)

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-08-30 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Friends? How presumptuous of you," Jean-Paul replies at once, but he doesn't actually sound offended. "But you did, yes. I won't soon forget that, you know." That's another emotional blow - here he is, not helping his own sister. Again.

Jean-Paul snorts. "Picking up attractive geniuses half my age might get me a round of high-fives, you don't know," he counters. He finally cracks an actual smile.

"The cats are the cops," he explains. "Unlike the real thing, they'll probably leave you alone. The dogs here are good, and the deer. This place has a real animal theme. There's a place you can go - well, you could, things seem a bit different just lately so I'm not sure - where you can get a sort of animal guide. So sometimes you'll see people walking around with ghostly hyenas or panthers or whatever."

Yes, Jean-Paul. Whatevers.

"I suppose it's a lot to take in."
bowliever: (good night and good luck bitch)

[personal profile] bowliever 2020-08-30 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmm. We don't have things like that anymore. The Old World collapsed during the outbreak. [Lev has to shake his head a little. He can understand the concept of being terrorized by inhuman creatures but to be ruled by them...? That's chilling. If the Infected could think or speak, Lev is quite sure that there wouldn't be any humanity left.]

The demons... Vampires? [He says the word in a way that makes it clear he's never heard it before.]

They were holding you captive? And could use stuff like needles?