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TEST DRIVE MEME #6

TEST DRIVE MEME #6


Welcome to Expiation, a pan-fandom adventure game with elements of fantasy, science fiction, and some subtle horror. As of December 2023, we’re making a couple of structural changes to the way our bimonthly test drive works.

TDM top-levels are now open to all, whether you are already in-game or not. New characters, please put TDM in your subject header so we’ll know you’re trying things out! There will be a directory of newbie top-levels at the bottom of the post. New folks are welcome and encouraged to use TDM threads as samples in their application. Current players may use TDM threads as part of their AC proofs.

The December TDM is going to be forward-dated to December 18.

Our CALENDAR has also changed a bit. That means RESERVES will now be opening on December 19 and APPLICATIONS will open on December 22. After this, applications will next open in February 2024.

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You awaken in a room of blinding white light–so bright that you can’t make out any details. You hear voices around you, speaking in muffled tones. It sounds an awful lot like they’re talking about you. You’re on the verge of figuring out what they’re saying, you’re so close...but then the floor drops out from under you. You fall into blackness.


 

ARRIVALS

i. EVERY WHO DOWN IN WHOVILLE

     

The last thing new Chosen remember is that black void. And really, in retrospect, it was rather peaceful, wasn’t it? Quiet. Calm.

Quite unlike the chaos they find when they open their eyes. Whatever pulls new Chosen into the world of Expiation seems to be having a…moment, right now, and is summoning people into a variety of different places, all seemingly random, some compromising or even dangerous. Some people may find themselves appearing in the middle of the road, in front of a speeding horse and wagon. Still others, one step away from falling into a ditch or a lake. Some may arrive directly into someone’s kitchen, or shower, or the back room of a store. The point is, these locations are practically unlimited, and are entirely up to you, the player.

Better hope the person who owns this house wasn’t walking around naked at the time. Yikes!






 

THE WINTER SOLSTICE

The mood in Aldrip is a little less hostile, at least, after November’s harrowing turn. The locals have found slivers of sympathy and respect for the Chosen, not only because they lost people as well, but also because those who returned brought them peace and closure about their missing loved ones. So, in spite of some of the absurd places new Chosen show up, the locals do their best to be welcoming. Some remain a little wary, but many will try to show them a little warmth during this cold season.

At the moment, they seem to be gearing up for some sort of feast, putting out tables and chairs, bringing out warming stoves. But there’s no food cooking and no festivities to be had this particular day, and on 12/21, the Chosen find out why.



ii. THE DARKEST NIGHT

     

As it happens, Aldrip has a curious custom on the darkest night of the year. It's said that all should lock their doors and darken their lights, as gifts given on this night can be particularly wicked and play tricks on the receiver. True enough, most Chosen will find a mysterious box appearing on their doorstep (or, if they don't have a doorstep, mysteriously on or near their person). Some of these boxes may contain harmless treats or trinkets such as charming talismans to hang, clothing accessories like mittens and socks, or tins of cookies. Some others mysteriously contain nothing.

The next morning, when Chosen with empty boxes awake, they find prankster-like tricks have been played on them during the night. We leave the extent of these tricks in your hands: these effects can be anything you like, from the ability to float to their skin turning purple. Just bear in mind that these should be minor effects, additions, or inconveniences, rather than major powers. These effects will last for at least 24 hours, but could take a few days to wear off completely, at your discretion.

Unfortunately for those unlucky Chosen, the other part of the Solstice tradition is a giant feast the day after that long, dark winter night. The locals seem to go all out for this occasion, bringing out ovens and warmers to keep food piping hot, serving elaborate drinks and sides, and plenty of desserts. Festivities go well into the night. They encourage the Chosen to get involved by bringing their own dishes, but not all of the locals will partake in them–some still seem to feel a bit wary of their otherworldly neighbors. But it’s the Solstice, so they will share their meals, even if some do so begrudgingly.

If they want to try any of the food, the Chosen have to show their face around town…with all the spots, cat ears, or whatever other effects they’ve been afflicted with. No to-go plates here!



iii. ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS...

     

The morning after doors close for Solstice, strange plants begin to appear around town. Yep, you guessed it, there are different varieties of mistletoe sprouting all over Aldrip, in doorways, hanging from trees, and strung over the town’s streets in a variety of places. Those lucky (or unlucky) enough to chance by the sprigs will find that as soon as they come within range of the mistletoe, they find themselves pelted with small pieces of paper courtesy of tiny Missile Toads living within the sprigs. These papers are different depending on what color berries the mistletoe sports.

White berries: ”Now kiss!” The traditional variety of mistletoe, which demands a kiss. Whether a kiss on the cheek, hand, forehead, etc. will do the trick is up to you.

Red berries: ”Now fight!” One of the two (or more?) Chosen stuck here will have to throw at least one punch for the Missile Toads to be satisfied.

Purple berries: ”Now talk!” Time to open up. The festive amphibians will continue to bother the hapless Chosen stuck here until at least one of them tells a personal secret.


The extent of the Missile Toad interference is up to the players. Some of these little creatures can be easily evaded and will give up on their chase. Some others will simply follow the Chosen until they finally give in. A sub-breed of these pesky creatures will launch a sticky substance beneath the sprigs of mistletoe, trapping people until their conditions are fulfilled.








 

WALKIN' IN A WINTER WONDERLAND

The wagons that were previously offered to take the Chosen to Rumpitur seem to be stabled. Locals will discourage travel down that way, after everything the Rumpiturians did. While plans are still in the works to figure out what to do about them, as well as how to deal with the source of their recent misfortunes, things between the two towns seem to have fallen into a chilly armistice. For now.



iv. A CRYSTALLINE CALL

     

The chilly weather brings with it a phenomenon that the locals say happens every year around the Lorentia Caves. Along with an aurora borealis-like phenomenon in the sky above it, there seems to be some sounds like a mournful wailing, or like harsh wind blowing through the caves. Sometimes, though, the sound gets a little strange: mechanical, distorted, even a little tinny. Locals insist that it’s nothing unusual, but no one stops the Chosen from investigating. For now, they don’t find a whole lot: there are no wailing humans or sad robots hidden in the caves at this time, unfortunately!

What the Chosen can do is explore the caves, a strangely peaceful experience despite the rumor of a dragon hidden within their depths. The caves are a little warmer than the cool outside temperatures, and while there are some small nocturnal ratlike creatures that could easily give them some trouble, most of them are more than happy to steer clear of lanterns or light sources, should the Chosen not be in a monster-fighting mood. The caves are almost like a series of tunneled mazes, winding in different directions. When one progresses far enough, they begin to feel a heavy sensation and a sense of foreboding that demands they turn back. This feeling becomes harder to resist the longer they press on, and eventually, they must give in and turn around.

Within the caves, one will occasionally find old weapons in various states of disrepair: swords, shields, bows, things like that. They’re more than welcome to keep these. So, too, are they welcome to take the strange, palm-sized rocks that seem to glow when handled. They don’t seem to do much, for now, although they make a nice reading light. Occasionally they seem to vibrate a bit with energy, but…that’s fine, right? Normal? Maybe??



v. THE WOODS ARE LOVELY, DARK AND DEEP

     

The wailing sound in the woods has come and gone with the fall, and now the woods seem…quiet. Peaceful. Almost too peaceful, in places. Travel deep enough into the woods and the Chosen will find silent clearings that seem comfortable enough to sleep in. A deep, deep sleep, one they are not easily roused from, and one that they are in danger of not waking from at all, if they’re left alone for too long.

Passers-by will find that touch is what seems to wake the hapless sleepers, in the end: the warmth of body heat, the electric charge of ions that naturally transfers from one body to another. It’s hard to say exactly why this works, only that it does–which is good, because it’s getting cold outside–cold enough that most people won’t want to stay sleeping in the elements, especially if it begins to snow. Those that stumble upon their friends are also susceptible to these effects, of course. The sense of touch is what seems to keep this drowsiness at bay, and the effects wear off entirely once they leave the woods.







WILDCARD

You know the drill–this is the wildcard one. Just because it’s not listed in the prompts above does not mean it’s unavailable as an option. We encourage you to do whatever you’d like to utilize the setting to its full potential. If you have any questions about what is and is not possible, please don’t hesitate to ask!



TOP LEVEL DIRECTORY
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CANON CHARACTER/TOP LEVEL
Code Geass Lelouch vi Britannia
Code Geass Rolo Lamperouge
Final Fantasy VII Compilation Sephiroth
Final Fantasy VII: R Aerith Gainsborough
Final Fantasy VII: R Cloud Strife
Jujutsu Kaisen Satoru Gojo
LoZ: Breath of the Wild Link (CRAU)
My Hero Academia Bakugou Katsuki
Original Marie
Original Eve
Original Avalon
Persona 3 Minato Arisato
Persona 5 Royal Makoto Nijima
Persona 5 Royal Haru Okumura
Project Sekai Rui Kamishiro
Tiger and Bunny Kotetsu T. Kaburagi
Tiger and Bunny Barnaby Brooks Jr.
Trigun Stampede Vash
Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting Tooru Kirishima




identitycrisiscore: (022)

[personal profile] identitycrisiscore 2023-12-12 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ The urge to roll his eyes is palpable, as she steps back and gestures with her usual flair. Again, the head of the hood shifts as his wills himself to bite back the impulse. Despite his seeming annoyance, there's a shift in his body language — the way he folds his arms while looking at her not so much to close himself off as it is out of habit. There's a brightness to his eyes, a ghost tugging at the corner of his lips that he can't entirely shake, responding to her bright smile, as his brow crinkles. ]

You look like you're dressed for a night on the town. That the same dress from Wall Market? [ He bites back the 'isn't it cold?' that could follow that up. Mostly to keep himself from appearing too worried. There's a part of him still trying to reconcile they aren't in Midgar anymore. ]

You just arrive, too? [ It'd line up with what he knew. ...At least, it sort of would. ]
Edited 2023-12-12 07:46 (UTC)
everblooms: (and being clever never got me very far)

[personal profile] everblooms 2023-12-12 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Suspicion is starting to make its way onto her features, pushing through the smile to make it melt slowly away. His choice of words, what he chooses to ask, and the way the cloak is starting to seem less like something to keep him warm and more like something to help him hide something is strange. Aerith knows him too well to fall for this, to think of anything else. After a thoughtful pause, she nods in the affirmative and approaches him again. ]

Yeah. [ Flippant. Then: ] Where's your's?

[ Her gaze flicks up to his head. That might tell her more about how honest he's being, she thinks... ]
identitycrisiscore: (043)

[personal profile] identitycrisiscore 2023-12-12 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
I, uh, had to ditch it. [ It's not, technically speaking, a lie. But it's more appropriate to say he wasn't wearing it when he was sent here. There's a certain air to her question that puts him just slightly on guard, trying to stay still. Of course, the way his hood shifts gives him away. It definitely seems like something is moving under it, as he tries to explain. ]

[ Of course, the lack of reaction to the fact that Aerith called out his dress at all might be just as big of a tell. ]

Was I... wearing it when you last saw me?
everblooms: (puts me down)

[personal profile] everblooms 2023-12-12 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ "I had to ditch it?" Well, yes! Aerith's lucky in that regard, though she's imagining that a trade for a trade in this situation would work out shockingly well. Fabric seems like a very good bartering item, too. She hums thoughtfully... ]

I—

Are you two lovebirds going to do this here or do you want to get a room already?

[ ... The inn owner looks over the pair of them, arms folded and a dirty rag tossed over his shoulder, suspicion and agitation flickering in his gaze as he looks over them, and Aerith... says nothing, as usual. ]
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[personal profile] identitycrisiscore 2023-12-13 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cloud practically flinches at the intrusion of the inn owner, bristling and seeming unable to figure out whether he wants to snap back or acquiesce to the demands. In the end, it's probably easier to play it cool, but the way his hood jostles as he tries to turn back. His hair moves back and forth as if whatever underneath is deeply agitated. ]

...Right. Sorry. We can get a... booth or something.

[ Of course, it's never that easy. The toad hanging out in the white sprig above them isn't going to just let them walk away, and the second Cloud tries to move from their spot, a flurry of paper pellets that make him reflexively step back. ]

You've gotta be—

[ And there it is. In that small burst of activity, with Cloud triggering the Missile Toads' trap, is the hood being thrown off on accident. Blonde, furry ears swiveling with what is now obvious annoyance, as Cloud's eyes are balled shut and trying to swat away the paper pellets. It might take him just a moment to realize the jig is up. ]
Edited 2023-12-13 06:35 (UTC)
everblooms: (i am free)

[personal profile] everblooms 2023-12-14 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And boy, the jig is up.

Everything unfolds in slow motion to Aerith's eyes. Cloud moves, relenting to the owner's demands. As he does, a flash of white shoots by Aerith's face, whistling by in a perfect formation. It hit the floor, scattering at his feet but SOLDIER training has him hopping back immediately. The sudden onslaught of tiny white pellets are, in execution, an annoyance. He moves, clothing shifting, the hood of his dark cloak that's been capturing her imagination since seeing Cloud again falling...

Wait a minute? Are those— ]


Dog ears!?

[ ... They're... so cute... ]
identitycrisiscore: (040)

[personal profile] identitycrisiscore 2023-12-15 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh—

[ It takes him a moment, to register that Aerith's staring directly at his new ears. With his hood off, a couple of patrons hanging out on stools by the counter at the front of the tavern, whooping a bit as they realize that the newcomer has gotten quite the solstice prank. Even the tavernkeeper's eyes light up with a big of joy at poor Cloud's expense. Even the Missile Toad seems to be letting this play out before the next volley to get the two to kiss. ]

[ Of course, that's all in the background, as Cloud's eyes are firmly on Aerith - and Aerith's in turn on the twitching, blonde ears at the top of his hair, desperately trying to hide in his wild hair. The pink comes to his cheeks immediately as he tries to play it cool. ]

I... can explain. [ An empty gift which resulted in him getting pranked with wolf ears for a couple days? Yeah, sure, he can totally explain. ] They aren't real. They're supposed to go away in a couple days.

[ They certainly look real. ]