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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!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

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.

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She blushed and bowed her head.

Would Mamoru be jealous? It... it was just a roommate though. She hated living alone, and she was terrible at it. Alright, not TERRIBLE, Usagi knew how to keep a clean house just fine. She didn't live in a pigsty just because she ate like one.

"Do... do you really think Mamo-chan would be mad?" she looked up at the taller girl.

"Um, if you want, Mako-chan, we could make a room for you at my house, so there's no rush to get home. I have one at Rei's and she has one at mine... though she doesn't stay as often as I stay at hers."

"No way, he wouldn't be jealous of something that simple. And even if he was, I'd make sure he didn't make a big deal about it."

She gave Usagi a nudge, there was no way he'd ever think Usagi would do anything that would put their relationship in danger. If anything he was the one that had a lot of stuff to answer for.

"If you have the room, but don't feel like you have to. I can always crash on the couch when I come to visit."

Having a room for everyone would require a pretty big house, and even if she was going to visit a lot unless she was going to live there she wouldn't need a whole room.

"Ne ne, Mako-chan always to the rescue!" she hugged herself to the older girl which... unfortunately, Makoto very likely felt what was likely "hard" and "crystal" feeling along her side.

Yeah... Usagi might need to explain that.

"I have the room, it's a huge house, honestly. That's why I was so glad Sushi-kun moved in. It... sucked. Mako-chan is even more amazing to me now for being able to live alone so well. You made it look like ART."

Huh, did Usagi have on a brace or something?

"Well I just had an apartment to myself, it's not like I had to keep up an entire house on my own. But if there's just you Sushi-kun then I guess it wouldn't hurt. I could bring you a few thing to help decorate too, I know a few things that are pretty easy to care for."

There was no point in arguing about it, and besides it wouldn't hurt having a place to crash when she wanted to try cooking for more than just herself.

Sort-of. It's a long story but one Usagi would be willing to tell Makoto as the other was one of her best friends.

"Ah, that's great! Oh, did I mention- wait yes I did," she was about to mention the Sailor V game but realized she had already said it. "Anyway, I have a whole bunch of flowers right now, nothing too special. Oh and comfy pillows and blankets of course!" because of course.

"You have such great taste, you should go into interior decorating or something!"

"It sounds like you already had someone to do it."

There was such a thing as having too much, though comfortable pillows and blankets were always a great thing to have. Especially on chilly nights, or after a long day.

"I don't know, I still think I'd like to work in a flower shop or a greenhouse. I'd probably like that a little bit more than decorating for other people."

"Hm? Oh no no, just some stuff I thought looked nice by myself. I didn't, I mean, when I got here no way I could afford something like that... plus no one actually does that here," she waved a dismissive hand.

"Aaah, I can picture you now with a flower shop cafe kinda thing. Everyone falling in love with your cooking and your flower arrangements. But falling in love with Mako-chan is easy to do! I did the day we met!"

"Well if it's all stuff that you liked, then doesn't mean it's better than a bunch of stuff that someone else would pick out?"

Making it personal and unique was the great thing about having your own place. Makoto blushed a little at Usagi's gushing and comments about other people liking her arrangements. It would be nice, for people to like something that she had done, and to not just comment on her appearance or strength.

"I'm not sure it would be that easy. But I'd like to at least try."

"Let's achieve Mako-chan's dream!" Usagi pumped a fist in the air and then hissed in pain because she had reached too high.

"Ow ow ow," she pressed a hand to her side.

"What's wrong?"

Makoto stopped for a moment, checking on Usagi, that was the same side that had felt hard earlier. The blush faded and embarrassment was instantly replaced with concern.

"Did you pull a muscle or something? Why do you have a brace on?"

"Um... n-no nothing like that," she blushes and then looks around before sighing. She lifts up the edge of her shirt and there on her side is just an entire... crystallized part of Usagi.

"It... well, it's a little hard to explain but... this place, it messes with powers. I can't heal anyone and when it comes to healing myself... my crystal... overreacts. My entire side was bitten by a monster, instead of stitches though... well, it's like a really pretty but kinda gross crystal scab. It does this for little cuts too."

She was injured that badly? And those brats still ran her over, Makoto really was going to clean their clocks when she caught them. For now though she seemed to look at the crystal that encased most of Usagi's side.

"Does it hurt? How long does it last?"

Makoto would have hugged Usagi, but that would have probably just irritated it. So instead she took Usagi's hands and gave them a squeeze. She was worried about Usagi but knew that the other girl would probably not want her to be. If the crystal was overreacting that much, then they would all have to step up and do a better job of protecting her.

"Oh, I mean, not as much as it used to, and it is smaller! It only hurts when I reach up or someone knocks into it. Or if I laugh really hard or something," she waves a hand. She doesn't really know how to BE injured, she's never actually BEEN injured. Her crystal has always healed her or she was killed and so her body was remade.

But she squeezes Makoto's hand back.

"Rei-chan and Setsuna-san put me on strict bed rest. I only leave the house for some fresh air and sun. And well, food, obviously. But I'm careful, I promise."

Well, at least she could count on those two to tell Usagi to stay put. Makoto wasn't really the kind to follow orders about bed rest either but this was important.

"Alright. As long as you're getting better. But if anyone else knocks into you I'll make them regret it."

This also meant that Makoto would be making meals to deliver each day until she was better.

"I'm glad that you're ok though. You should have said something earlier."

"It's slow going, and... not at all fun. Being injured suuucks," she sighed, leaning on Makoto. "I didn't- I'm sorry," she was going to say she didn't want to burden or worry Makoto but had learned her lesson on how upsetting that phrase was to the girls.

"I didn't think about it," she's never been injured like this before.

Makoto softly bopped Usagi on the head. She knew that Usagi meant well, and she felt responsible for all of them, but they were tough girls too.

"Well, now you know for next time. Don't just suffer in silence smiling, tell us so that we can help. And yeah injuries stink, and if it's that bad you're lucky the hospital didn't keep you."

It was almost as bad when she just stared and whined while Makoto was eating rather just asking for a bite. Really for someone that usually blurted out whatever came to mind, Usagi was awful about keeping the important stuff to herself.

"Oh... well... I um, didn't go to the hospital," she mumbled, scratching her cheek and letting out a nervous laugh.

"I know I should have but I don't... I mean, I don't even know how they could have helped and I didn't want them to just... know about the crystal. How do you explain a giant crystal on your side without a million and ten questions?"

Makoto let out an exasperated sigh, of course, she did. And that was probably a good point, but still, someone should have looked at it. Rather than bopping her again, this time Makoto rested a hand on her shoulder.

"If Rei-chan and Setsuna-san said bed rest is fine, I trust them. And I'll make sure that Sushi-kun knows it too in case you try to get out of it. We'll fight for you until it's gone and you're better, so you don't have to worry about anyone else either. Just focus on taking care of yourself."

'Focus on taking care of yourself' was easier said than done. Usagi had a savior complex... or... not a complex, she WAS a savior. Can you have a complex if you constantly HAD to be the last one saving the day?

Ah but, she gives a small nod.

Makoto, Rei, and Setsuna had all taken it so much better than she realized. Why had she doubted them? She should have never doubted them. Tears began to prick at the edges of her eyes and she sniffled.

"I-I'm sorry, I should've never, I should've known you'd all be there for me. I mean... I do know... but I guess... I was worried about putting more on all of you."

Edited 2020-09-08 05:25 (UTC)

"Of course we are, even if we can't be there next to you we'll lend you every ounce of strength we can."

Somehow, someway, they knew when Usagi needed them. The could sense when she was on the very edge, seeing her cry like this made Makoto uneasy and it really kind of hurt. Wiping away some of the tears from Usagi's eye with a knuckle she smiled.

"How'd such a cry baby get to be the leader? We can take it, we're not saying that you can't be yourself, but you can tell us when you need help or when something's getting to be too much."

Usagi nodded and sniffled. When Makoto wiped away her tears, she smiled and blushed.

"I never told you, my first attack ever wasn't my tiara, it was me crying," she laughed and gave a hiccuping sob at the same time.

"You didn't, though I'd believe it. You can be pretty loud at times."

Makoto took Usagi's hand once more, resuming their walk towards her apartment. She should probably get the other inside before someone else came by and wondered why she was crying.

"Luna probably wasn't very happy about that."

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THE EVIL DOLLHOUSE

THOSE PESKY KIDS

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