SEPTEMBER 2020 TEST DRIVE MEME

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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.

Comments

Franciscus Erkens | Pokemon OC/CRAU

[silvertongueheir]

This Is Not My Beautiful House

[Franciscus is definitely not happy about missing all that time without getting to experience actually going home, and he's even less happy about being trapped in a creepy dollhouse. And the transformation seems to be progressing rather quickly for him, as well.]

I suppose this fits with the twisted logic of this place. [He seems rather calm in tone about the various transformations, but there's definitely a bit of stress behind his voice. By the time he locates the bookshelf, the transformation has definitely progressed extremely far.]

...I expect something'd break if I tried to move that in this state.

Takes One To Know One

[Franciscus has just cornered one of the monsters, Gerard helping to hold it down.]

Really, the false nature of what you were was almost immediately recognizable. I don't know how you expected to fool me, or even why I'd be scared off by this.

[He removes the mask, revealing one of the townspeople spitting angrily at him. With a slight "humph," he backs out of the way.]

Of course. I knew it.

It's a beautiful house though

[icywhatudidthere]

[He doesn't mean to sneak up on him by any means but it could be misconstrued to be as such as he comes up to also explore the bookshelf. The transformation appears to be going rather slowly for him but by this point he has lost movement of his left arm all the way to the elbow and there are some flecks on his face that appear to be way too smooth to still be human skin.]

Did you find something? [Hopefully something that isn't just more doom.]

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus does notice the person coming up behind him in time to not be too startled. He gestures at the bookcase.]

There's some suggestion that this could be moved. And oftentimes in fiction a bookcase conceals a passageway of some sort.

[icywhatudidthere]

[He nods, thoughtful for the moment and staring at it. That is true. He doesn't read mystery often but the one or two times he did there was usually some kind of mechanic similar to that.]

I can...try?

[Left hand is kinda useless but he still had the right fully function at least. As he looks over the books to see if there's a mechanism or if he should be using brute force he glances at Franciscus.]

Are you feeling okay?

[silvertongueheir]

...I'm alright. It's simply this transformation that's bothering me right now. [He gestures at both of his now-porcelain arms.] It's making movement much more inconvenient.

[icywhatudidthere]

[His eyes widen as he realizes that he was pretty much looking into his future if they can't get out of here. Right now the change has only happened up one of his arms...and he preferred to keep it that way.]

Hopefully we can reverse it.

[Snow wasn't the strongest guy and the book case looked a mite heavy but he grabs onto the most stable part of the shelf and tries his best to give it a tug. With much groaning he manages to move it a good...half an inch. Not even enough to peek behind it but he was going to keep trying for now.]

If there was something we could use to lever or...destroy...

Takes One

[onerthes]

[As the mask was pulled and the squirming townsperson glared angrily up at Franciscus, there was a nearby yowl, and a familiar form approached shortly after the sound of a pokeball opening. Sharona bounded over and let out another yowling sound, smiling in that distant sort of Absol way at the great Archeops.

Its master wasn't far behind. Vira-Lorr was smiling as she walked, eyebrow raised. she had a ram-rod stiff posture these days and was dressed in a cheongsam that hugged her form, topped with a high-collared black lace mantle that concealed the brace around her neck and shoulders, coming up almost to the chin at its height. She smiled more warmly, eyes twinkling.

"I thought I recognized your companion, Franciscus. It is good to see you," she said before regarding the native. "Ah, I assume the locals are giving us trouble again? Lovely. can't be too hard on them. The cats wouldn't approve."

[silvertongueheir]

"Ah, hello, Sharona!" calls Franciscus, waving to the Absol. "And you as well, Vira-Lorr." At least there's some familiar faces here-makes things a little easier to deal with.

"They are, though they are quite bad at it. It was quite easy to deduce that this was no real monster in any way."

[onerthes]

There was obvious relief in her features when he recognized Sharona. Both of them seemed pleased to see him, and that he remembered them at the same time. It was good to see old friends, even if Deerington was an awful place.

As her Absol preened, she smirked. "They're better at it sometimes, but I think this one is just a kid," she said, smiling down at them. "What do you say we let them go with a stern reprimand and steal their mask?"

[silvertongueheir]

"Oh, I think we definitely deserve to confiscate their mask." Franciscus tucks it casually under his arm as he smirks at the kid. "And if you have any in storage, just remember how easily you got caught before."

Gerard flaps his wings, lifting up slightly to let the kid scramble away. They glance back and forth before finally deciding it's probably not worth it to take on two people and their Pokemon at the same time, and quickly get up and run away. Franciscus lets out a slightly relieved sigh.

"Good. I wonder if they'll actually remember that..."

[onerthes]

"Even if they do, there are more of them. Be mindful and watch your back. It's not as bad as the riots, but I dislike fighting them when I can help it. They aren't real, until the moment that they are." A cryptic little phrasing she'd picked up since the two had parted ways with his disappearance. She felt far more strongly that most of the natives are figments.

"Did you just wake up to this madness again, Franciscus?" She didn't mentio that she hadn't seen Osomatsu. It would have been cruel. It was just good to see him. "They have bulbasaurs at the flower shop now."

[silvertongueheir]

"Oh, I certainly intend to. Even pranks can result in potential harm, after all, if not on the scale of what actual monsters can do."

He nods at her question. "Pretty recently, unfortunately. Are they being taken good care of? And...what else has changed, in this town?"

[onerthes]

"mmm, it can. And some sensible caution is wise," she said as she reached up and offered to scratch Archeops' furred and feathered head, smiling down at her Absol who was just happy to have company.

"They're surrounded by flowers and happy as clams. I need to take Sharona to see them. sometime. Positively adorable creatures. I wonder whose they are, since they don't seem wild." A giggle, though her countenance became more grave afterwards.

"Mother Superior has begun the slow march to an inevitable confrontation, stripping away the layers of defense in this dream gradually, one at a time. The first casualties are the Betties, and though none weep for their passing it warns of dark times down the road. I have finally seen Sodder's father, and been trying to calm and sooth him, to bring out the man that was once there. It has been... difficult. Much of this town is the same, different names, different faces, but the same madness. But there is a growing sense of danger here beyond what it was when you were here before."

Shit was getting real. They weren't there yet by any imagination, but Superior had made it clear that she intended to eventually have her confrontation with Sodder one day.

[silvertongueheir]

Gerard leans happily into the scritches, and Franciscus nods as Vira-Lorr explains. "I should probably take Hydrangea to meet them as well, then. And take a closer look at how they're being taken care of." He's the one who has the most memories of real Pokemon, after all.

"...well. I wondered why I hadn't encountered any of them." There's a pause as he wonders just what exactly she means by the increase in danger. "Is there anything I can do to help?" If he's here again, he might as well.

[onerthes]

"Yes, they were both ... uh... grass types weren't they?" she said. The good news was that they were in Allura's care, so she was doting on the pudgy, bulby little fellows just fine. As she scratched and considered the next part. When was there not something to do to help?

"Be prepared for a fight. Protect that which you care for and try to keep an open heart to the chance to save what we can. I think saving Sodder demands that we must be ready to save everything that we are able. I haven't quite reached the point of believing this includes Mother Superior yet, but... it might. Even her." the distaste in her tone was obvious. Superior had a lot to answer for.

[silvertongueheir]

He nods. "Bulbasaur are also part poison-type, but they shouldn't be too dangerous to touch." It's nice, to be able to just talk about Pokemon, but the rest of her commentary brings a more solemn expression to his face.

"I suppose the question is how much can be saved." He remembers a similar final confrontation in the last days of Cartesio. In the end, all the townsfolk and the Sarge were destroyed by Kino's one bullet. "But...I won't write off anything as unsalvageable just yet, either."

[onerthes]

"They're positively adorable. Not elegant like my Sharona," who preened at that just a little, shaking its mane. "But very cute. And working with the flowers makes them quite happy."

"I do not think we are near at the end yet either, so there is time to try. we just must be careful and ready. That is all."