TEST DRIVE MEME #12

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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!

<details><summary><b>TITLE HERE</b> (click to expand!)</summary> this is where the text for the drop-down goes! spoilery tl prompts can go here so players who aren't interested in getting spoiled can keep scrolling OR interact with a non-spoiler prompt if there is one!</details>


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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)!

♡

Comments

ii.

[variantcover]

[ C'mon, random stranger. Don't do Gwen like that. Here she is, minding her own business, sipping on a mocha latte to keep warm as she walks back to the inn, when some rando on the street says he's carrying her baby!!??

Oh, well. It's not like she's NOT going to play along. ]

No—! It couldn't be! [ She dramatically gasps, posing with one hand on her forehead. ] Not after my recent bout of amnesia! You must be thinking of my identical, yet much more evil, twin!

[endcaller]

[Well, he thinks, this could be fun. The people who play along make being stuck to the ground much more amusing.]

I-I suppose it could be!

Oh dear is this a tragic case of mistaken identity? Whatever shall we do?

[variantcover]

[ Gwen's been a reality TV show star, but maybe her true calling would have been in soaps, because she's eating up this over-the-top drama and chewing scenery like it's her favorite snack. ]

Oh, I don't know...!! Should we get a paternity test? [ Hang on. Wait. ] ...A maternity test?

Sorry for the wait!

[endcaller]

Yes!

[Fandaniel jabs a finger into the air and allows his voice to pitch with dramatic urgency.]

A maternity test is in order! We must know who the true mother is! It would not do for her to disappear before the babe is born!

no worries!

[variantcover]

[ Gwen continues to play-act, upping the drama in the hopes that it will achieve... whatever they're trying to achieve here. She's kind of lost the plot. ]

But... What if the test comes back positive?? I can't raise a child! I don't have a full time job! At least, not one that pays enough to support a family!

[endcaller]

You have no job!?

[Fandaniel snarls, then pauses a moment in thought as he realizes that he, too, isn't sure where he is going with this. But, oh well. Never let a small thing like that get in the way of good theater.]

Well you better bloody well get one! I demand naught less than a regal treatment in these trying times!

[variantcover]

Look, superheroing doesn't exactly pay the bills, and neither does being a college student!

[ Not that she can really... do either of those things while she's stuck here. Maybe she should find a job? Not to fund the lavish lifestyle of whoever this baby daddy is, but it might not be a bad way to pass the time here. ]

Look, I know it's a hot button topic, but shouldn't we actually, like, at least talk about, you know... [ She lifts her hand to her mouth in a conspiratorial stage whisper. ] ...terminating the pregnancy?

[endcaller]

[A scandalized gasp.]

I would never do such a thing! Why waste the potential of a perfectly good lizard?

[variantcover]

[ Wut. ]

Come again? I swear I heard you say lizard.

[endcaller]

Aye!

[He giggles and lifts his arms outward.]

My people begin life as small reptiles no bigger than a gecko. I...did mention this, yes?

[variantcover]

[ Gwen's eyes go wide, and she mutters to herself in disbelief. ]

I guess that would explain the mpreg...

[ Or would it? Gwen failed biology class. ]

[endcaller]

Mpreg?

[He chirps and prances forward, swaying in playful circles.]

I've not heard the term but 'tis true that the biology of us Ascians is passing strange!

Oh!

[Oh, he's dancing! He's so caught up in this nonsensical drama that he almost hadn't noticed.]

Well, it would seem we have at last contented our amphibian audience.

[variantcover]

[ Gwen's so wrapped up in the fiction of a race of pregnant lizard men, that she also almost doesn't notice that her scene partner is no longer stuck in place. When she does come around to the realization, her face brightens, and she lets out a breath of relief. ]

Oh, great. I guess our little soap opera was enough to convince them to let you go.

[ It's not the most conventional way she's ever solved a problem, but then, since when was Gwenpool ever conventional? ]

I'm Gwen, by the way. Your baby-mama.

a thousand years later (sorry!)

[endcaller]

Gwen, is it?

[He pinches the hem of his robe and dips down in an elegant curtsy.]

Charmed.

I am Fandaniel. Sorcerer, scientist and, though this may go without saying, not truly pregnant.