TEST DRIVE MEME #11

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Test Drive Meme #11

Welcome to Expiation, a pan-fandom adventure game with elements of fantasy, science fiction, and some subtle horror.

THE STORY SO FAR (click to expand!)

Characters have arrived in Expiation, a seemingly idyllic fantasy world where they have been told they will be judged and sentenced for crimes they were charged with upon arrival.

Every two months, several characters are chosen for sentencing, where they’re brought to City Hall and told to perform a task related to their assigned crime.

Their only contact at City Hall is a mysterious and long-suffering man called Jerry.

Over time, characters have begun to realize that not all is as it seems in Expiation: as it turns out, the entire world is a simulation that seems to be run by an artificial intelligence.
This AI claims that its purpose, and thus the purpose of Expiation, is rehabilitating the Chosen after their crimes.

In March 2024, after the destruction of City Hall, the city of Aldrip was forced into an upgrade status. While this upgrade was being implemented, characters were pulled into a false reality where they believed they were natives to the city of Aldrip.

Aldrip has been a bit of a glitchy place for many, many months. However, in Summer 2024, these glitches became difficult to ignore, and pointed at evidence of a catastrophic systems failure. For several months, characters experienced chaotic effects as elements from their worlds and many others were thrown into the setting without warning, even going so far as to import a Gnosia infection.

The AI in charge of Expiation believed that performing a system reset might be the only way to stop the glitches before they could impact the world as a whole.

In September 2024, characters complied with the AI’s request and performed a reset. Although this set the AI back to a default state where it felt more neutral–rather than affectionate–toward the Chosen, several people created a system backup that they hope will return some of the data that has made the AI more sympathetic toward the Chosen.

When Aldrip was reset, City Hall became a Courthouse, and this is the new building where Chosen are now sent for sentencing.

TDM top-levels are 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! You can also put your top-level in the TDM DIRECTORY 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.

October's TDM takes place on October 21st.

You can view our CALENDAR to keep important dates in mind. RESERVES open on October 21 and APPLICATIONS will open on October 24. After this, applications will next open in December 2024.

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Arrival

Spooky season has come to Aldrip in full force! City and outskirts gardens are full of pumpkins to harvest, trees begin turning red and orange, and there’s a chill in the air that’d have anyone reaching for a cozy sweater. The wind picks up occasionally, howling through the trees, especially near the forest… While the seasonal weather is welcoming, the locals are anything but: they send disapproving glances and keep a wide distance. Unfortunately, this may only be heightened by the new arrivals to the city…

Newcomers to Aldrip face a rude awakening this month. Strange iron cages have appeared on surfaces all over town, short and tall alike, and this is where new Chosen find themselves upon arrival. The cages themselves aren’t terribly hard to open, honestly; the latch is on the outside, and it’s a bit finicky, but it’s not locked or anything. That said, some of these cages are quite high up. They’re sometimes near ledges and windows, but not always, and some new Chosen might need a helping hand to get down.

Yeah. The optics aren’t great. No wonder the locals are a little nervous!

The fall carnival

On the morning of October 21st, a Fall carnival pops up, seemingly out of nowhere. It hasn’t been well-advertised–maybe a flyer or two around town–but luckily for the Chosen, those who work there don’t seem to have the same opinion of them as the locals do. Costumes are not required for the carnival, but they’re definitely encouraged! There is a large tent near the entrance with lots of costumes to choose from, and changing rooms as well, should the Chosen decide they’d like to give it a try. The tent workers will be so excited to help with this process–but they might find some very unexpected choices for the Chosen!

There are plenty of rides, games, and food stalls, so come on down! Some special attractions the Chosen may take note of include:

The Funhouse
Billed as a standard house of mirrors, the Chosen are encouraged to try to get through the maze as quickly as they can. Push your limits! Test yourself!

Inside the mirror maze, the Chosen will find more of a test than they might have expected, at first. As they go deeper into the maze, the mirror reflections seem to change. At first, it’s just little things: your reflection might look in a different direction, or move when you stand still. But deeper within the maze, these mirrors begin to show things about the Chosen that they might not be ready to admit just yet. Some reflections may try to confess to the character’s crime to anyone who may be in the funhouse, even going into detail about it. Some may even show the crime as it happened, or a warped version of that crime. Anyone present can see and hear these reflections.

The reflections will follow Chosen until they find their way out of the funhouse. Unfortunately, that could take quite a bit longer, since those reflections are so very vocal and distracting.

Pumpkin Pick-up
You know those duck games at a fair where you pick up a rubber duck and the bottom of the toy has a prize written on it? Well, we know better than to pick up a duck in a dungeon carnival here in Expiation, so for extra spooky flair, these are small pumpkins instead, with painted jack-o-lantern faces! Picking up a pumpkin should reveal a prize…but what’s this? It’s a challenge instead? Interesting.

Written on the underside of each pumpkin is a truth-or-dare style directive. Players are free to make up any challenge they want, here! If you’re looking for some ideas, we’ve provided some examples in the details cut below.

Click here for a list of example challenges!

Tell someone your biggest regret
Tell someone about the scariest moment you’ve ever had
Confess your deepest shame to a stranger
Take someone’s shoes
Attempt to pickpocket someone without them noticing
Find a stranger and show off a secret talent
Tell someone about the thing you hate most, deep down
Kiss or hug a stranger
Eat something that doesn’t look like food
Tell someone about the cruelest thing you have ever done
Start dancing in the middle of a crowd, but only if there’s no music playing
Tell a stranger about the worst lie you ever told
Ask a stranger out on a date
Set off a small firework without warning
Give away your shirt and do not replace it
Confess your greatest weakness
Put on an extra silly costume
Exchange clothes with a stranger

You get the idea! Feel free to use these as a jumping off point and make up your own–there are no limits to what the pumpkins might say. Once the task has been completed, Chosen may turn the pumpkins in at one of the prize booths for whatever prize they would like. There’s no visible indication on the pumpkin as to whether the task is done or not, so you’re welcome to try bluffing, if you don’t want to complete it…but somehow, the booth worker always seems to know.

Dueling Potions
One of the stalls is a game of chance: two identical potions sit before you on a table. The carnie claims that one is a luck potion, and that choosing that potion will give you excellent luck for the whole day…but how do you tell which is which? By drinking the potion, of course!

There’s a 50% chance of victory, here. One vial does indeed contain a good luck potion, and if you choose that vial, your luck will be incredible for the next 24 hours. Unfortunately, the other bottle contains a bad luck potion, and that will have the opposite effect: for 24 hours, you’ll be plagued by disaster, bad happenstance, and maybe even some extra clumsiness. Does it seem a bit like you need to have good luck to get good luck, here? What, is this a commentary on something? Hmm.

Fortune Teller
Want some woo in your spooky season? A midnight-blue tent covered in stars seems to invite you in. You’ll find a bonafide fortune teller within, complete with crystal ball and heady incense. How fun! They’ll give you a cursory reading, either by palm or with strange-looking cards. You get the feeling that this reading is fairly accurate, but strangely…it’s hard to recite details later, if you try to tell someone else about what they told you. How odd. Maybe it was the incense.

It’s not just a hazy fortune and a nose full of frankincense that Chosen leave this booth with: they also feel a compulsion to speak their minds more than they might otherwise. Whether this is telling secrets usually kept close to the vest, expressing their opinions more readily, readily admitting to crimes they’ve been charged with or other wrongdoings, or some other manifestation of this effect is up to players!

There are plenty of other games, rides, and booths to explore, many of which have perfectly standard fare for events like these. Characters can use these booths to win tickets and get prizes: many booths offer cute stuffies and kitschy toys, of course, but Chosen can also find useful items like weapons, food, clothing, accessories, and things like that.

Witch hunt

Last year’s Witch Hunt was metaphorical in nature–this year, it’s much more literal. A limited number of witch hats are placed on a table in front of the carnival. As soon as the clock strikes noon, the Chosen may grab one and try to keep it out of the hands of fellow competitors. These hats are first-come, first-served, but it really doesn’t matter who starts out with one–it’s who ends the hunt with one that counts!

It seems to be like a city-wide game of tag. The Chosen’s job is simple: obtain and keep a witch hat on their head until the clock strikes midnight. If a “witch” is caught by another Chosen (by way of being tagged), they must hand over their hat, or they’ll be disqualified.

There’s no official sign-up for the hunt, so characters can join in whenever they’d like, or may decide not to join at all. So, what’s this all for? Anyone who manages to have a witch hat on by the time the clock strikes midnight is guaranteed a prize! OOCly, this prize is any small non-magical item from home, either personal or not; ICly, Chosen will not know what this prize is before entering. How do you obtain this prize? There’s an RNG for those who would like a chance to sign up to win an item. Sign-up is optional, and TDMers are welcome to join in! New items will be delivered at the start of November, so any new applicants who win the hunt will be able to obtain their items as well.

Wildcard

Make your own fun! Just because it’s not in the prompts doesn’t mean it’s not possible. Have at it! Go crazy! Try not to break anything (too much)!

♡

Comments

[clericus]

[ wolfwood is startled by the sudden appearance, even if the kid's oblivious to it. he flinches, looking not unlike a cat with its fur rumpled. ]

Jeez, warn a guy, wouldja? No 'stranger danger' in ya, I guess... [ his gaze flicks between the pumpkin, the kid-- wow, funny eye color-- and back to the pumpkin. he tips it back, and painted across the base of it is a sentence. carve a pumpkin with a stranger. wolfwood raises his brows and shrugs. ]

Huh. Well, there's no such thing as wanderin' spirits, but-- y'wanna give it a try? [ he pulls a tiny pocket knife, more a whittling blade than anything, from his suit jacket and waggles it. it's been two minutes and he's already getting kids to play with knives... ]

[dorotabeau]

[The kid blinks up at him like he's speaking jibberish. It's clear there isn't an ounce of stranger danger in this one. He's never even heard the phrase before. Probably because he was the dangerous stranger most of his life.

The sudden appearance of a knife diverts his attention, just long enough for him to savor the idea of carving a pumpkin for himself. His big, red eyes are bright with curiosity and anticipation when they refocus on Wolfwood. He nods.]

Can we give it fox ears?

[clericus]

[ wolfwood cracks a grin, and he plunks himself down on the ground with no further ceremony, patting the... grass? is that what this stuff's called?, next to him. he's always gotten along well enough with kids, growing up in an orphanage. ]

Yeah, 'course we can. I'm Nicholas D. Wolfwood, by the way, 's nice ta meetcha. ...Uh, what's a fox?

[ yeah, he's got a lot to learn here. he knocks on the pumpkin, and small as it is, it seems pretty hollow inside. he's gotten ahold of similar food back home. wolfwood starts to cut a circle around the stem to open it up, his work with the knife steady and smooth. ]

[dorotabeau]

I'm Kabane. [He plops his butt on the grass, then scoots close. Partly to get a better view of Wolfwood's knife work, partly because OH SHIT SOMEONE JUST ASKED HIM TO EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO THEM. This never happens. He has to get this right while he has the chance!] I've worked with foxes before.

[Technically, he's worked with kitsune, not foxes, but he'll have to draw from what he knows for this.]

They're canine predators with triangle-shaped ears that point up and big, soft tails. [Watch him hold his hands up over his own head, shaping his thumbs and pointer fingers in triangles to demonstrate.] They're supposed to be sly, but I don't think that's true. Some of them are, but some of them are very easy to understand.

[clericus]

Huh. So kinda like cats? [ cats: ✅️, foxes: ❌️. no man's land is a mysterious place. wolfwood isn't really sure how a kid kabane's age works with animals, but maybe these foxes are farmed like toma... ]

Well, this'll be easy then. We can just cut out these.... [ wolfwood points to the painted-on eyes, which are already triangular, ] and reattach 'em up here. [ he taps at the top of the pumpkin with the side of thumb. ] N' we'll make sure to give it a real honest-lookin' face, too.

[ pulling the knife out, wolfwood grabs the stem of the pumpkin and tugs to pop the top of it off and... ]

Eugh. It's weird in there. [ slimy and seedy. stuff that plants generate don't usually have seeds in them. ]

[dorotabeau]

[Not at all like cats, actually. Except for the ears. The ears are very similar, and that's what matters here, so Kabane nods, satisfied with his victory. The pumpkin really will have fox ears!

When they're done, he'll have to take a picture. If he doesn't, Akira will be upset.]

Weird? [He leans over, blinking into the pumpkin's depths.] If you think it's gross, I can scoop out the pulp myself. I don't mind getting messy.

[Or they could just grab a spoon.]

[clericus]

Well... It's kinda gross, but it ain't a problem. I don't mind getting my hands dirty.

[ aaand he sticks his hand into the pumpkin. yuck. wolfwood's wrist twists as he scoops at the inside of the gourd, and he pulls his hand out with guts and seeds pooled in his cupped palm. ]

Whoa. Lookit that. [ when he wiggles his fingers, seedy pumpkin insides ooze through the gaps between them, and he gets his hand close to kabane's face-- maybe trying to get him to laugh, maybe trying to get a rise out of him. either way, it seems like wolfwood is testing the waters. kids come into the orphanage like this. detached, lost, overeager to please, it's all part of the shit baggage they've got strapped to them, and somebody's gotta help them cut it loose. ]

[dorotabeau]

[Kabane does not laugh, but he is interested. His eyes follow the seed-riddled pumpkin goo from the gourd to Wolfwood's wriggling fingers all the way up to his own nose.

Then he reaches out, pinches a seed and some pumpkin guts from Wolfwood's hand, and pops it into his mouth.

Because reasons.]

[clericus]

[ no laugh. no disgusted response, either, or any sort of reaction... until kabane grabs some of the pumpkin guts and seeds, and eats them. wolfwood blinks once, twice, and then a surprised laugh bursts out of him. ]

Not a picky eater, huh? Good. How's anybody s'posedta get anywhere in life if even eatin' is scary to ya?

[ he shakes his hand, and the rest of the pumpkin guts fall to the ground with a wet plop. then wolfwood offers the knife, flipped around so the handle is facing kabane. ] You wanna give it a try? Cuttin' out the face?

[dorotabeau]

[It's true that Kabane is not a picky eater. It's also true that the pumpkin guts taste awful.

But, hey, now he knows that. And he made Wolfwood laugh. It's never a bad thing when someone laughs.]

I've never been scared of food. It won't kill me.

[That's true of almost everything when you're basically immortal. Sometimes Kabane forgets that's not the case for everyone else.]

I thought it would taste better though.

[He accepts the offered knife with a pensive dip of his brow and then a quick nod.]

I want to.

[And thus, he doesn't waste a single second. Once the knife's in his hand, he sidles over to the pumpkin and slides the blade into the center of the pumpkin's first triangular eye. He pours every ounce of his concentration into the task of slowly, carefully tracing the painted shape. He's not very good at it, mind - much more accustomed to tasks that require power over dexterity - but he doesn't let that stop him.

For a moment there, closing one eye as he leans in to inspect his progress very seriously, he actually looks his age.]