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TEST DRIVE MEME #12

Test Drive Meme #12

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 the Courthouse (formerly City Hall) and told to perform a task related to their assigned crime. Their only contact at the Courthouse 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 September 2024, that AI needed to be reset as a consequence of some catastrophic systems failures. So far, there has been no downside to this reset–but the AI has also been strangely absent since then.

-In November 2024, a strange event overtook Aldrip and turned it into a week-long eternal night where technology ceased to work. During this time, the simulation that generates Expiation seemed to malfunction, causing a strange crack to appear in the surroundings. Through this crack, characters were able to see some sort of metal enclosure. They could reach a hand in, but little more than that. This crack has disappeared, for now, but what it means for Aldrip's future remains to be seen.

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.

The missile toads can be found throughout the rest of the month of December, and there will be one prompt that is during the Solstice.

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

**REMINDER ON NEW CANONS AND CANON UPDATING**

A note about spoilers. There are a lot of canons coming out right now that players are inevitably interested. This is good! However, we’d like to remind you that we have an app wait time of two months for new canons and one month for new material, ie canon updates.

In addition to the wait times, we request that any players (and potential players!) be sensitive about spoilers. Warning for spoilers is encouraged; you can even put spoiler content behind a details tag or block it out in text. Additionally, please do not use spoiler icons in top-levels or top comments, and ask before including spoiler content (including icons) when tagging out. Thank you!

For those who may not know how to do a details tag, we'll give you a handy-dandy code!

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Arrival

You wake.

Or…you think you do.

The first thing you notice is…well, darkness, even when your eyes are open. Reaching out, you realize that you’re in a very narrowly enclosed space. You feel as if you’re probably standing up. Beyond that…well, it’s impossible to tell…

It’s a strange awakening that greets new Chosen this month: they arrived encased in coffins. Most of these, they’ll be able to open themselves. It’s possible that some of them may get a little stuck, though, meaning they’ll need some help from the outside. These coffins begin to appear in the sidewalks and open spaces of Aldrip overnight, appearing at random, and they’re all standing upright. Huh, it’s almost like they’re a specific reference or something. For an added festive touch, they’re adorned with seasonal bows and may even have wrapping paper prints on them.

Welcome to Aldrip?

JUST HEAR THOSE DRY BONES JINGLING [missile toads]

The holiday season has come to Aldrip, bringing with it all manner of festive cheer! Buildings are adorned with decorations and festive depictions. Skeletal Santa and his eight zombie reindeer, Frosty the Lavaman, Rudolph with menacing red eyes, glowing with a strangely haunting light… What, isn’t that just the normal holiday fare? Don’t your yuletide decorations spontaneously burst into flames, or grow terrifyingly sharp teeth?

Doesn’t your mistletoe come with amphibians?

That’s right: they’re back. Mistletoe has appeared throughout the city, and with it comes a seasonal infestation of missile toads. These nefarious creatures will do anything they can to get Chosen stuck under their namesake foliage, even shooting sticky substances at their feet to trap them! This substance only seems to disappear when the missile toads’ demands are met. They’ll pelt you with a little scrap of paper to tell you what those demands are, one of the following three:

”Now kiss!” Need we say more? The type of kiss required is up to you. Pucker up!
”Now fight!” Feisty little fellas, aren’t they? These toads want a show, and they won’t be satisfied until someone walks away sporting bruises.
”Now talk!” Maybe the physical stuff is too easy. This toady audience wants to hear secrets–the juicier the better! Whether one participant or both needs to confess something is up to you, as is the severity of the secret.

These creatures plague Aldrip through the end of December, but given the questions we’ve gotten about how to use them (you know who you are), this might not be the last we’ve seen of them…

[img courtesy of titsay @ twitter]

The Winter Solstice

Aldrip’s traditional Solstice feast is set to happen just after the longest night of the year, and what a feast it’s shaping up to be! Even before the Solstice itself, the town is decked out with twinkling lights and snowy decorations. In the daytime, there will be snowy fun and games: snowball fights, ice sculpting, snow fortress building, and wintery sports like ice skating. Even the locals seem to be put in a better mood!

However, Aldrip’s tradition comes with an attached superstition. The locals say that all must be indoors the night of the Solstice itself, beginning at sundown on December 21st. Tricks and misfortune await anyone outside when the dark and the cold sets in, so they say!

But then again, nothing really happened last year, so it should be fine. Right?

Well…

Any Chosen who wish to test their luck will find misfortune awaiting them in the form of snowmen patrolling the streets. These snowmen are on the lookout for any creatures out of bed, and beware–if they see you, you’ll be pelted with snowballs until you’re out of sight. Can they be snuck past? Sure, probably. They’re just snowmen, after all. You’d be right to try sneaking, too: anyone hit by one of their snowballs will find their body slowly turning to ice. Brr! Oh, and, because we’re sure someone is going to ask: the snowmen can be melted, destroyed, fought, or otherwise messed with. They melt down just to ordinary water.

Anyway, the icy affliction can only be melted by a show of affection (platonic, friendly, romantic, etc), either by the affected Chosen or toward them. It can be as simple as a funny joke or sweet story, or as complicated as you wish, but it must be genuine. The longer the afflicted Chosen goes without, the more their body turns to ice–eventually, they may become one of the ice sculptures on display around town! They can still be turned back if it comes to this point, but obviously they’ll be at the mercy of someone else’s gesture of affection, as they will be unable to move. Oh, and they’ll probably need some time to warm up.

The snowmen disappear at first light after the Solstice, and the feast begins as soon as people are able to leave their homes once more. All will be able to enjoy the festivities in peace at this point…well, except for the missile toads. They’ll still be around for the rest of the month.

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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(peter had been out into the night, only in case there were people who didn't hear the warning and who might need a friendly neighborhood spider-man on their side. the inn is definitely a good place to keep an eye on from above, a lot of people do live here, so he crawls up the wall very casually until he moves past the window where he hears a voice from.

well. a little tap shouldn't scare the owner of that voice so much as he just peeking his head through, so. it should be fine.)

Hey, so, I'm out here, and I don't to like, I don't wanna scare you or anything, so can you open the window so I can tell you?

[ You know what? Heimerdinger hangs out with people who regularly wear masks and fly around on hoverboards, so a person crawling up the exterior wall of the inn while wearing form-fitting clothing isn't actually all that weird to him. He just looks glad that someone's offering to explain matters. ]

Oh! By all means...

[ He climbs up onto the chair he's sitting on so that his tiny arms can reach the window lock, which he clicks open and then slides the pane upwards to the young man can enter. ]

Come in, come in! You must be half frozen, out there wearing that.

(what exactly-- this one is a new one, he looks like a plushie? the urge to poke him, see if there's a squeak once he stops is very, very strong, but he stops himself from reaching. instead, he very casually crawls into the room, muttering an 'excuse me' once he does, but not before he pats the suit to rid it of the snow that piled on him.

he has no intention of dirtying up the plushie's house, after all.)

No, I'm actually pretty okay? But-- I'm sorry, what's your name?

[ What a considerate young man, not to dredge snow into his makeshift living area! He may not own this room at the inn, but he still wouldn't want a puddle of melted snow on the carpet.

He backs up to give the boy some space to enter, then stands at his full three-foot-nothing height, and holds out a small gloved hand to shake. ]

Cecil B. Heimerdinger, at your service. And you are?

(part of him remembers that he is completely out and about in this world - as much spiderman as he is peter parker, and the other, going through what he just had, takes a moment to recenter on what he should answer. he pulls the mask off his head to reveal the youthful face, and his confused expression as he stares at that tiny hand.

oh, right. shake. carefully, almost like he could break the hand if he squeezed it like he would a human.)

Uh, Spider-man. Peter Parker. What-- I'm so sorry to ask, but what are you again? I've never seen someone like you, I'm a little...

(confused? curious?)

... Sorry, anyway.

[ He would question the "Spider-Man" moniker, but he figures the little spider emblem on the chest has something to do with it. ]

Ah. I take it that you have never met a Yordle before.

[ This seems to be a trend, with this place. It's not the first time someone has asked him the very blunt, but fair, question. ]

I am, as I said, a Yordle, hailing originally from a place known as Bandle City, however I have spent the past few centuries in a city called Piltover, in Runeterra. I must assume, however, that the places I have just named also hold no recognition for you.

... No, not really-- did you just say centuries, though, sir?

(the longevity talk already activated the politeness in peter's brain, so at least he'll be treated as a senior citizen? if that's a good thing or not, to be seen. peter's seen aliens, robots, more aliens, but this is a first, and he smiles a little as he takes a seat by the windowsill, closing it to not let any more of the warmth escape.

though-- is he really cold? so much hair...)

[ As Peter makes himself comfortable, so too does Heimerdinger, turning his back on Peter to pull himself back up into the chair he had been sitting in before Peter knocked on his window. ]

Yes, lad, you heard right. Three centuries, to be precise! Although not all of it spent in Piltover.

[ Finally, he settles into his seat, little boots dangling several inches off the floor. ]

I am three hundred and seventeen years old. Quite distinguished, wouldn't you say so?

... That is incredible, sir, can I-- Is it okay if I take a hair, so I can take a little look, maybe, when we get the lab more advanced? Would that be okay, I'm so sorry, this is just crazy to me-- No, wait, I have nowhere to put it in right now.

(an excited peter also means a rambling peter, but that said, heimer so damn cute. he's cute as hell. peter is just so attached immediately, look at him.)

I'm 18.

(so, practically nothing in heimer years.)

[ If anything, Peter's excitement only ignites a spark of excitement in Heimerdinger as well. ]

Oh-ho, lad, you didn't mention you were a man of science!

[ He laughs heartily, then plucks a long blond hair from his head, and leaps off of the chair to go rummage around in the drawers of the nearby desk before emerging with a small glass vial, which he drops the hair into and then stoppers with a cork. ]

I've never thought to run any tests on my own genetics... I'd be curious myself to see what you can find. Why don't I hold onto this for you, and you can come back for it once you are in an outfit with pockets?

Well, yeah, I'm... I'm there, for sure I'm there. I was going to go to MTI and everything-- wait, you probably don't know what MIT is, well, think of this big university known for science. It's pretty cool. So, here, we have a club for STEM, and some of us know how to deal with DNA better--, really?

(he is just giving him the hair!!! amazing. peter just spoke, spoke, spoke, he's rambling and glad to be here, until he laughs a little, patting his suit.)

... Right. I'll definitely be back.

Edited 2024-12-17 20:08 (UTC)

Ah, yes! I used to be the dean of a similarly science-focused university in Piltover! Once I am more settled in town, perhaps I could lend a hand with this club of yours.

[ Maybe it's the boy's youth, or maybe it's his enthusiasm, but the sight of him patting his suit for nonexistent pockets is just so charming that Heimerdinger can't help but chuckle. ]

Don't you worry about it. I will keep it here, with your name on it. And, if the sample gets to be too old to be viable, well... [ He runs a hand through his fluffy hair. ] ...There's plenty more where that came from!

That would be cool, I think you would like everyone.

(he says, with no proof, no evidence, nothing, just a feeling and a dream. there's a chuckle that escapes him too, considering the fact that true, it's not like it's a hard task to find a hair on this fluffy creature.)

Right, thanks! Ah, right, you wanted to know what's out there, right? Well, I'm patrolling, so just a few snowmen zombie-type things, aside from the... Zombiepart and the biting, because they don't really have any teeth? Still haven't ran into anyone who out, but I can hear around here, so it's fine.

Edited (damn italics) 2024-12-17 20:19 (UTC)

[ Ah, yes. Back on track, back to the subject at hand. Heimerdinger looks at Peter curiously. ]

Ah, I see. Do you have some sort of sensor array up in order to be able to audibly monitor the area?

[ Leaping to the assumption that when he says he can "hear around here," he is speaking of some sort of technological ability to do so. ]

Just my ears, sir.

(he should probably explain, but the professor saw him literally crawl the side of the building, so he thinks it's totally cool to just move past that detail.)

[ Yeah, okay, maybe, but there very easily could have been a technological explanation for the wall-crawling, too. Heimerdinger assumes most people don't go around wearing head-to-toe spandex because they think it's fashionable. ]

Fascinating. You mean to say that you have a natural ability for long range sensory perception?!

[ He's heard of some Vastaya with similar abilities, but from all appearances, Peter looks like a perfectly normal human teenager. ]

I mean, it's not super long, and it isn't really natural, humans aren't born like that, but, pretty much, yeah, my senses are better than most, so yeah.

(he could be wearing the nanites, which would make heimer even more justified, but no, he's just in a normal spider-man suit this time around, he left his other suit charging. hopefully it doesn't suck all the power in aldrip.

since the mask isn't the super technological one either, he can let heimer take a look at how dark the lenses are.)

Should probably have opened with that, uh, so, hi, I'm one of the people in Aldrip who got bit by a radioactive spider in our respective worlds and now can do pretty much the same stuff. Usually, we don't come out with our faces or anything, but since some people know us and there aren't many Chosen to blend and stuff, so we get identified super quick, so yeah.

[ Um. What? ]

Are radioactive spiders a persistent threat where you come from, for this to happen to so many people?

No, no, just one spider per universe, three universes here in Aldrip, three spiders.

(superhero distribution center, heimer...)

Remarkable. It makes one wonder what the through-line commonalities are between the people chosen for this simulation. You see, there are several people from my universe present, yet as far as I know none of them have been bitten by any spiders of significance.

[ His fingers wiggle, as though itching to grab a piece of chalk and start sketching out formulas on a chalkboard. ]

Yeah, that part... Definitely is weird, but there are other people in here from even other universes with their own Peter Parkers, too, so I guess you're just from a different field of the multiverse without your Spider-man, which is also a thing I've learned recent-- oh, we're going there, okay, so-- do you want me to just swing you to the STEM club? We have giant boards and computers.

(and that's also a really good patrol spot. seems like heimer is the type of person to get lost in his own fun, so he'd just have a blast looking at everything they have going if peter needs to step out.)

[ Heimerdinger's immediate reaction is one of excitement: a small hop and some clapping, and the tips of his ears perking up. ]

You can take me there now? That would be—!!

[ Ah, but then his mood is tempered as he remembers the reason he was holed up in his inn room tonight to begin with. ]

Ah... But would it be safe to go now? What with the, ah, snowmen zombies?

Sir, we're not walking.

(he is trying to sound much cooler than he is, and maybe it works, maybe it doesn't, but here is a good question... how to carry this small man while swinging? perhaps he have him on his shoulders and stick, and god bless.)

... So, how's your motion sickness, just asking?

[ Heimerdinger cocks an eyebrow at Peter. He doesn't quite understand what is being implied, but he's on board with whatever it is. ]

I can handle some G-forces with my stomach no worse for wear. [ He grabs a pair of steampunk-looking goggles from his desk and straps them on. ] Don't you worry about me.

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he's very close to just swinging heimer to his home and just GUYS CAN WE KEEP HIM he is attached....

LMAO Heimerdinger is similarly attached to Peter! poor guy has such a habit of adopting new mentees

its the nerd factor...

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