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)!

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Comments

[erschlagen]

[Paper-white skin and blank eyes are the least of Rosen's concerns right now, especially with these overzealous employees here. He gives the astronaut a pleading look that is ignored, much to his dismay. The man lets out a long-suffering sigh as he looks down at the final result.

To be fair, he makes an attractive nun. However, isn't it a little drafty here? Rosen mutters a curse as he looks in the mirror. Hell, one of the tent workers even braided his hair for him. How considerate of them.]

None of you are gettin' a tip for this. [He mutters before one of the women from earlier steps in to put a hint of powder of cheeks. Yeah, they're having way too much fun at his expense.] S-shoo! I'm done being your personal barbie-doll!

[Rosen gives the would-be astronaut a comical glare.]

How about we trade costumes then? You aren't looking sexy enough in that fishbowl, buddy.

[mightymorphin]

[Morph whistles at seeing the finished result once the tent workers are shooed away, in part just to be annoying, but also because it looked good on the guy. It wasn't often that they were able to show their appreciation in public like this... but as long as they were joking around, it rarely got them into any trouble.]

Naaah, I don't have the legs for it like you do. But if you think I don't look sexy enough, I could give it a shot.

[That's when Morph starts to change - within seconds, they become far more human-looking, their build still the same but with brown hair atop their head, with peach skin and eyes just as dark as their hair. Their outfit has completely changed along with it, to a sexy priest costume that might not show as much skin as Rosen's own outfit, but is clearly making an attempt.]

My advice to you, child, [Morph intones, pressing their hands flat together as if praying,] Is that if you got it, flaunt it! Amen.

[erschlagen]

[Part of the credit goes to Rosen for never skipping the metaphorical leg day, and the rest goes to the old gods, specifically. In any case, Rosen has little to complain about. He looks great in this outfit, even if it is a bit drafty. However, he may never get used to wearing a habit. He's not usually a hat wearer, you see.]

Magic, eh? [Rosen couldn't help but watch as the pale-skinned fellow starts to morph before his eyes.] You're the first I've met who can shapeshift like a changeling.

[It's impressive, especially given the guy's ability to change his appearance at any moment. Rosen smiles as the handsome man suddenly dresses up to match his holy but sinful attire.]

Amen~! [He laughs. Rosen is actually starting to have fun.] This is the kind of worship I can get into.

[mightymorphin]

No magic here. I'm what's called a mutant, which means I was born with it. But if you want my name, call me Morph.

[Of course, that meant that Morph could simply make themself as leggy as they wanted to be, but they didn't want to give Rosen an excuse to take the costume off. No, Morph was going to enjoy the sight as long as they could. And as long as they could keep the plausible deniability going, it would hopefully be for a nice long while.]

So what d'you say, huh? Ready to hit the carnival? As much as I was digging the alien astronaut look, I don't mind wearing this for a while. Stick with me and yours will look deliberate, instead of like the carnival workers decided to dress you up for fun.

[Which was probably a lot closer to the truth there.]

[erschlagen]

No magic, at all?

[If shapeshifting isn't considered magic, what is it? That's the question on Rosen's mind as he considers what the handsome mutant said. However, it makes sense to worry about the minor details right now. He needs to figure out how to get his clothes back before the evening ends.]

Then maybe you're just born with it, eh? [He gives his new friend a playful wink as he introduces himself.] Well met, Morph. I'm Rosenkrantz but feel free to call me "Rosen".

[While he didn't have any plans on attending the carnival, Rosen couldn't possibly decline now. Not when he has a handsome guy by his side.]

Yeah, I'm as prepared as I could ever be. I'm just glad I got you to play along. It would have seemed strange otherwise.

[mightymorphin]

Great! 'Cause that name's a bit of a mouthful, no offense.

[Morph gives him a little grin in response, downright thrilled that their encouragement had worked. Or maybe it's just that it's not as embarrassing to wear this stuff in public if it seems like it's on purpose. Morph in particular is no stranger to acting silly, but the form they're wearing isn't too far from average, despite their otherwise toned look. On the other hand, Rosen has the looks of a supermodel who does weightlifting on the side, and that was going to make him stand out.]

Hey, I wear a skintight outfit on a daily basis, so this is nothing. But if we get mistaken for strippers, we oughta take the money and run. After you, [they say, opening the flap of the tent and gesturing for Rosen to exit first.]

So what're you in the mood for? Rides, food, checking out the tents?

[erschlagen]

No offense taken; besides, I like "Rosen" best.

[Rosen couldn't help but chuckle slightly. To be honest, 'Rosenkrantz' is not even his real name. Luna gave him this nickname when she first summoned him. She claimed it was because he reminded her of the lead singer of an old rock band with the same name. Even so, the name just sort of stuck with him ever since.

Rosen is completely fine with prancing around in a habit and heels. A little bit of encouragement goes a long way for him. After all, he is a deeply vain attention seeker. So this works great, even though it's a little drafty.]

Skintight, eh? Let me guess you're a latex kind of guy? [Yeah, he knows what latex is thanks to Luna. The fashion of the Waking World is pretty bizarre. That's why Rosen probably wouldn't blink an eye if he saw Morph in his usual attire. Although he would probably scoff at the color choices a bit.

Rosen ducks under the tent flap, careful not to accidentally flash his new friend. The tall slit on this black dress is simply criminal. Whoever designed this nun outfit had the "bedroom" in mind.]

Let's grab some food first, then maybe check out the rides. I'm starvin'!

[mightymorphin]

Latex? Just what do you think I'm involved in, huh?

[Seriously, was there even an innocent explanation for a comment like that? Morph is enjoying the sight for sure, but they also keep a respectful amount of space as they follow Rosen out of the tent, hurrying a little to catch up to his longer stride and walk alongside him. Yes, that Rosen looks like he could easily beat someone up was part of the appeal, but Morph wasn't out here trying to antagonize strangers. At least, not on purpose.]

What I wear is a lot closer to spandex. I'm a superhero, that's what the codename is for. It means I get to run around in a colorful outfit and beat up bad guys for a living.

[Luckily, it's not too hard to find where the food stalls are among the other tents and the rides. When Morph spots one, they wave Rosen in that direction.]

C'mon, I can at least promise that the food here is pretty good.