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Well Mod ([personal profile] wellie) wrote in [community profile] wellcome2023-10-19 04:24 pm
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4.0 Test Drive Meme

4.0 Test Drive Meme

Welcome to Well! This cycle is a little different, if you've visited us before—this TDM takes place in Well's updated setting. See the first prompt for how your characters arrive in Well. Your character arrives with only a handful of memories, clad in a mix of Old Western clothes and clothes that might fit in at a renaissance fair, and no items from home.

Anyone is free to play on the TDM, but you need an invite to apply. Feel free to use these prompts, and interact with the arrival or locations. NPCs are around, but only say a certain set of phrases. TDMs can be considered game canon.

This TDM takes place from the first week of November onward, and can happen concurrently with other events during November and December. This will be the only TDM for November, December, and January.

Applications are open October 27th until November 1st, and November 27th until December 1st. Invites are available for friends of current players.

Into the Maze
Content warnings: deadly traps, aggressive foliage, vines, potential drowning, spikes

You wake up surrounded by green. Thick, dark hedges as tall as two adult humans stretch all around you. They're thick, nigh-impenetrable. You don’t quite know who you are, but you’re pretty sure that here, right here? Is not where you want to be.

You’re at a crossing: paths stretch out between the hedges on four sides of you. Which path do you take?

The sprawling hedge maze is vast and complex, especially if you’re not even sure where you should be going. Along your way, you hear giggling, shouts, excited screaming, low murmurs, and, sometimes, the sound of radio static. You might see the faint outline of someone slipping around a corner, and hear them giggling, a long, white dress or robe following them as they move. But you never find whoever, or whatever, is making these noises.

If you follow them, you instead come across:
  • Thorny vines laying on the ground, or hidden in the hedges, that slowly wrap themselves around your ankles or your wrists, pulling you back, trying to subsume you into the hedge.
  • A dark pond stretching clear across the path, blocking your way. You can wade into it, but when you do those voices get louder, so much louder, screaming in your ears. The bottom drops away from your feet. Strange things brush your ankles, turning into hands pulling you down into the oily water. The more you panic, the more difficult it is to get to the other side. Staying calm keeps the water at about chest height.
  • Pieces of the path fallen away, down into a pit full of spiny cacti. You might not want to test this one, and instead trust yourself to jump across. It’s just short enough a gap to be scalable by most, but it sure isn’t a comfortable distance to cross. If you do fall in, boy howdy do those things hurt. You’ll need some help getting out!
  • The graveyard. There’s nothing getting in your way in the graveyard, but you may simply stumble upon it. The graves are overgrown and covered in moss. The ground is moist and springy. In the middle you may find an old mossy well filled with clear water.

Thankfully, at these obstacles, you might find another person, equally as lost as you. They may have been following the same person. Once you join forces with each other, the way out is easier to find. Not easy, but possible. If you continue to forge on on your own, the exit will never reveal itself to you.

When you do finally stumble out of the maze, you’re greeted with the site of Wellstone.

tl;dr:
  • You wake up lost in a hedge maze! You hear strange voices around you, and a figure dressed in white runs away from you.
  • You run into obstacles: spiky vines, a deadly pond, a pit full of cacti, or the graveyard. Work with another character (or not) to escape the maze!

Welcome home
Content warnings: disorientation, feelings of being lost

When you stumble your way into the run-down old town of Wellstone, the deadly peril of the maze seems to be over. It’s cold and damp, sure, but at least you’re not in danger, and you’re in luck: up a small hill beyond some gates, you can see an ornate house with golden windows, practically beaming warmth.

Staywell Manor is a grand place, with high ceilings and exposed, ornate beams, lush carpets and tapestries, beautifully upholstered furniture. A man dressed like a butler (the old hotel receptionist, for those who’ve met him) greets you with a bland smile:

“Welcome to Wellstone. We’re so glad you’re here with us! What’s the name on your reservation?”

You remember your name, and you give it to him, and he offers you a heavy brass key. No matter the number, your room does exist in the four-story manor, and is decked out with a four-poster bed, a nice settee, and a closet full of clothes that fit you like they were made for you. They’re a strange mixture, though, a mishmash of old American Western rhinestones and denim and medieval fabrics and silhouettes in bright colors. You might find a fringed tunic dyed bright red, or a pair of cowboy boots with the toes curled up like a jester’s slippers, bell-tipped and absurd. Are those pantaloons made of denim? Weird!

While the manor is lovely and inviting, and much warmer than the outdoors, it is also pretty big. Well, it must be, because you keep getting lost! It’s incredibly difficult to find your way to your room this month. You might find your way to the wrong floor, to the parlor, to someone else's room. Remember to knock!

tl;dr:
  • You're in the town of Wellstone, where it's cold, damp, and rainy.
  • Staywell Manor is warm and inviting, but hard to navigate, and you're prone to getting lost in its halls.

Warm Your Bones
Content warnings: alcohol, intoxication, accidental consumption of blood, hallucinations of demons and shadow people

The town of Wellstone has clearly seen better days and warmer seasons. Cobblestoned streets trace their way between crumbling buildings overgrown with moss and ivy. The early-fall nip in the air is enough to make your breath fog up in front of your face. Clouds hang low and sulky over the down, spitting out little bursts of rain here and there. Wind whistles between the close-crowded buildings, blowing a few leaves and the odd tumbleweed along the damp stone.

With the heavy chill in the air and fog drifting the streets at night, thick and cold enough to creep into even the warmest clothes, it’s tempting just to stay indoors.

Luckily for everyone tired of the damp, the golden light spilling from the Cactus Pad Pub beckons. Just walking inside hits you with a blast of warmth. A fire blazes at full strength in the hearth, snapping and crackling, but more than that, every single table is set resplendently with mismatched fancy china: cups, saucers, creamers, little pots of sugar, and of course, tea, steaming and hot.

It’ll be hard to resist the urge to sit down at one of these little tables, and the moment you do, you’re stuck there for at least an hour. Truly: your butt is glued to that chair. At least there's tea, and there are cards on the table with conversation starters on them. But these conversation starters are a little, ah... odd? Comment below to get a conversation starter for you and your tablemate!

May as well have some tea while you’re here, and hope that it is in fact tea. You have a one-in-three shot. The steaming liquid in that pot might be:
  • Piping hot black tea, caffeinated and bracing. Drinking it makes you energetic and exciteable and very eager to talk to your neighbors. It also makes you feel extremely fancy! Put that pinky up and use the biggest words you know to impress everyone around you.
  • Dark mulled wine, spiced with ginger and cloves. Drinking it fills you with unbridled confidence bordering on arrogance. You'll feel lordly in whatever way makes sense: condescending and snotty, benevolent and patrician, whatever you might be prone to.
  • Something… else. It’s dark, hot, and sweet, but there’s an odd metallic tang that sits strangely on your tongue. Whatever it is, it’s addictive. The more you drink, the stranger the world around you becomes: you’ll see faces in the shadows and glowing red in the eyes of your companions. Shadowy figures seem to haunt the walls of the pub, moving toward you. You’re filled with fear and paranoia but rooted to the spot.

Each of these effects lasts from half an hour to an hour, and longer if you drink more of whatever is in your respective pot. Once you're free from the table, if you sit down at another one, you'll be trapped there, too.

Feel free to ask the mods to roll for you to decide which teapot your character gets, and for a conversation starter, just for you!

tl;dr:
  • There's a fancy tea party happening in the Cactus Pad Pub. It's sort of mandatory.
  • Sitting at a table traps you at the tea party for an hour, and you'll be drinking one of three random drinks, each with different effects.
  • There are conversation starters on the tables to help you get to know your fellow tea partiers!
  • Tea makes you social and fancy, mulled wine makes you lordly and a bit drunk, and the last hot, sweet liquid tastes weird and makes you see demons.
  • Ask the mods to roll a random teapot type for you if you'd like!


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[personal profile] lunartes 2023-10-28 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I see.

[Hmm...she still thinks those aspects could very well be intertwined, but more importantly...]

Wow, you remember so much about your past!

[She's impressed, and a little envious, admittedly.]

Oh--I'm sorry, where are my manners? I haven't even told you my name yet. I'm Estellise, but you can call me Estelle.
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[personal profile] lunartes 2023-10-28 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her hands clasp into intent little fists as she watches raptly. Ah, so it's good to carefully examine each way--that makes sense!]

Confidence... In other words, it's important to commit when you come to a decision, is that right?

[It's amazing that Ruby can be so confident here! Every path looks the same to Estelle, as she steps up alongside Ruby to check their options, as yet oblivious to the thorny tendrils capturing the other girl's ankle...until she turns and sees another vine snaking for Ruby's neck. Although briefly frozen in place in surprise, she immediately warns her-]

Ma--I mean, Ruby! Watch out for the thorns!
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[personal profile] vibing 2023-10-28 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yuri's eyes slowly drop to her hand, and he can't help a small smile as he takes it, shaking it with an unpracticed hand ]

Yeah, I'd like that.

[ It's easy to talk to her, too, and he feels a strange mix of feelings: relief, to have someone he trusts implicitly here, and anxiety or fear, to know that she'll be hurt, that he'll inevitably fail to protect her, just like he failed to protect Flynn and Cecelia. Whatever is at work here is bigger than him, bigger than he can fathom, than he can anticipate or fight.

He holds onto her hand for a beat too long
]

Alright, then let's get the hell out of this maze, and I can show you around. Uh... you ever had a milkshake?

[ The most important thing he's learned about here, obviously. ]
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[personal profile] lunartes 2023-10-28 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh...yes, I suppose if you think about it...that's true, every land mass is technically an island.

[She never thought of it that way before, but now she sees that he's right!]

Anyway, there's no telling how far away the port would be if we don't know the size of the island. And, um, it sounds like people like us have been trapped here for quite some time...
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[personal profile] thinkfirst 2023-10-28 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Generally speaking, it is best to wait. The pain isn't worth it, and they really won't come to you that way, no matter how hard you try.

[ Generally speaking, he says, like he hadn't thought himself into passing out every few days that first month here, like he hasn't been chasing after his memories with fingers outstretched.

His breath mists up into a tiny little personal cloud and drifts away into the damp stone. Everything is close-crowded and wrong. The sky is so much smaller.
]

It is strange, though. And hard to put into practice, because of course we want to know who we are! Is there anything in particular worrying you?
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[personal profile] cultivable 2023-10-28 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ suletta exhales a quiet "whoa!" as the vase is easily set right. that's one problem easily solved although it seems like she and the helpful stranger with scars may have found themselves right in the middle of another. ]

Does--does it seem like they're confused, too? Or repeat that they're dizzy or confused? It's just, [ she takes a deep breath then wills herself to look up from the floor and into his eyes, ] they could be sick. We'd need to get them to a doctor as soon as possible.
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[personal profile] lunartes 2023-10-28 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Well then, to the future.

[She smiles at him, feeling more at ease now herself. He might be unpractised but his hand is steady and warm, and if he says he was supposed to protect her--well, she is in one piece, is she not? And in the face of uncertainty, she thinks they'll be stronger together than alone. They'll escape the maze, and...

Oh. She blinks, the curious tilt of her head probably saying it all.]


Milk...shake? Is that a special type of handshake?

[Really, she's trying to picture it, but it's a very odd picture...]
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[personal profile] lunartes 2023-10-28 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[As strange and worrying as it is, it's also a comfort to hear him agree. To know that, despite it all, at least the strangeness is something they share and understand. Of course they want to know who they are! Who wouldn't, with the fragments they've been given?

She's a little hesitant, but with this bond of understanding they already have...she glances to him as she takes in a little breath, then unleashes some of those worries.]


Well...aren't you afraid of remembering? Or worried about who you were, or what you might have done? I...I mean, for all you know, I could be--a serial arsonist, and neither of us would know!

N--not that I remember setting anything on fire, of course! But not remembering is the problem, once again...
Edited 2023-10-28 21:12 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-10-28 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
We're in much the same state, dear girl; you're no more trouble to me than I am to myself.

[yet, if she's so eager to roam ahead unfettered, far be it for Cecelia to stop her.]
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[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-10-28 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Palamedes watches Gideon for a slightly-longer-than-comfortable moment, and then he lightly clucks his tongue.

“Three out of four isn’t bad. I’m Sixth, actually.” Pal lifts a brow. “And I’m going to guess that you also spend a lot of time in graveyards, though it’s probably not your preferred venue. And you like swords.”

Pal still only broadly remembers what a cavalier is, but if anyone has cavalier vibes, it’s this girl.
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[personal profile] diosapatemajor 2023-10-28 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fuuuck," she says, defeated, thinking that he looks like he'd eat a book if he could, and she should have guessed Sixth. As her eyes narrow, she asks, "One out of three. How'd you know about the swords?"
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[personal profile] lunartes 2023-10-28 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Truth be told, she'd feel more at ease with someone. It's true that she doesn't want to be a bother, though--of course, at the moment, Cecelia's response just has Estelle looking at her with curiosity and mild concern.]

Oh? Are you in some kind of trouble?
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[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-10-29 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
“Call it a lucky guess,” says Pal, which isn’t completely true, but sounds less weird than I think you have cavalier vibes. Then, “You look like you’d be good at holding a sword. You never said what House you were from. by the way.”
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[personal profile] diosapatemajor 2023-10-29 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks." Gideon doesn't actually know how to answer that question, so she instead points out, "'Course I haven't. You haven't guessed."
Edited 2023-10-29 02:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-10-29 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"All right, all right," Palamedes says with a huff. "Do I get a hint, at least? A surname, maybe?"
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[personal profile] diosapatemajor 2023-10-29 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Already gave you hints. Nav."
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[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-10-29 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"You give awful hints, Ninth." Then, suddenly, something slots into place. Palamedes goes from casually amused to alert, his eyes once again wide and bright. It’s unbelievably dangerous down there, Ninth. Stop splitting your forces.

It hadn't been his imagination, then. He had recognized her.

"I'm right, aren't I? You are Ninth."
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[personal profile] diosapatemajor 2023-10-29 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Gideon had been planning to just accept any number he gave her. She doesn't know, and she's getting a headache trying to think about it, and she's ready to chalk herself up to Cohort and whatever he's about to guess and call it a day.

But the assumption of Ninth feels so ridiculous and wrong and she doesn't know why she's so annoyed or why she suddenly feels so strongly about it.

"Do I look like a tomb touched nun to you?"
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[personal profile] more_magic 2023-10-29 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever Cecelia may feel about revealing the current chaos of her room, Darlington doesn't pick up on any of it as he steps inside. Really, the stacks of papers, the books and notebooks piled on all available surfaces feel...almost comforting, familiar in the same nebulous, flickering way as the worn wooden treads of the stairs or the solid stones of the manor's walls, damp and lightly furred with moss. He hasn't been here, but he knows this kind of disorder.

"Good thinking," he says, handing over his key when she asks. "It's odd they have a room reserved for me at all, but I'm not going to reject the gift of it." He lifts one shoulder, a slow, still uncertain shrug. "Frankly, I don't know if I should be rejecting much of anything, right now."
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[personal profile] more_magic 2023-10-29 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
The tapping is off-pace enough to be an irritant, another annoyance from an already pestilent source, but it should be easy enough to ignore. Should be. Somewhere at the back of his mind, Darlington latches onto the break in the rhythm, feeling the error in it, the order disturbed, a pattern almost calling to him to set right.

Something else flares in his chest at Danny, a thought--a shred of memory--there and gone before he can take hold of it. "It's Daniel," he says again. "From what I understand, it's not unusual to come to this place with little more than a name to put to your own face in the mirror. Can't say I like it, though."
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[personal profile] more_magic 2023-10-29 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Making it here seems only half the problem," Darlington admits, his shoulders relaxing at the sight of an even mildly familiar face on the other side of the door. "I must've taken a wrong turn on the way to my room. I tried asking directions, but..." He sighs. "The gentleman at the desk was hardly forthcoming." If he'd wanted a refresher on his room number, or a reassurance that there'd be breakfast in the morning, he'd have had it, but nothing more than that.

Behind Palamedes, Darlington can see the clutter of notebooks and discarded cups and plates, the paradoxical erratic disarray of focused industry. It's familiar in a way that it shouldn't be, given how blank everything else is--and yet, the sight is a comfort all the same, and interest sparkles unguardedly in his eyes. He nods towards the piles. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but I think I understand now what you meant downstairs when you mentioned some of your more salient notebooks."
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[personal profile] phished 2023-10-29 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
That'd be terribly cruel, wouldn't it? Bringing us here and then denying us our vices.

[ not that he has any idea what to expect when it comes to this place, which means he's more than willing to take cues from others for now. so, when john tells him to look, he has his attention.

attention he almost immediately regrets because he can't keep the look of abject horror and disgust off his face — never been good at that; not about to start now.

gaius does a double take, even though he knows what he's looking at. knowing doesn't make it any easier to accept, though, especially given the way the blood is sticking to the spoon; it seems to defy logic. he's a little more reluctant to point that out because he's sure that will sound crazy. that is what he's squinting at, but then he glances up at john for an explanation. ]


What is—... what? Why?

[ he also can't help but look suspiciously at the cup in his hand, even though he's sure he would've noticed. ]
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[personal profile] necrolord 2023-10-29 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ John doesn't laugh, because that would be a dick move. He does smile, because nobody's perfect. ]

Yours is fine. [ He taps the spoon at the teapot's rim and the blood goes schlorp back into the liquid as one big ugly clot. ] You know, we haven't figured out why they want us to drink it.

[ (Because it'll kill them, probably. Anything that had John heaving up his guts ought to drop an elephant.) ]

But this isn't the first time this stuff has shown up. The good news is also the bad news: it's not exactly human.
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[personal profile] paleradiance 2023-10-29 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
".. alright."

At least there's easy agreement from the girl, but it doesn't quite stop Olympia from looking like a bit of an abandoned puppy all the same. Not like it's a very rare look on the girl, but this time it seems to linger, even in the face of Cecelia's kindness.

Even the offer of the hands isn't ignored, though something about the way the girl moves her hands is very, very hesitant. Oddly so. She even briefly touches Cecelia's palm with her fingertips, then pulls them back like she's touched a burning stove, and only then dares to actually grab hold of one of those hands.

It's a very light hold, a light touch.

"Um, how are you.. feeling right now?"
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-10-29 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[her head tilts just slightly.]

This place is new to me, as well. I don't think any of us are native to it. So the trouble is first getting one's bearings, isn't it.

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