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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!


necrolord: <user name="thebutt"> (laying borders as tall as towers)

[personal profile] necrolord 2023-11-25 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ John smiles at that— already, convincing Gaius to humor him feels like winning a battle— and then his expression pinches into confusion. There is a moment's baffled quiet. ]

... Yes.

[ Dawning across his face, slow as the sunrise, is the expression of a man who has just been given an incredible gift and is only starting to believe his luck. ]

And you are?
paleradiance: (at the end of the world)

cw: mention of not quite suicidal ideation but def some mental health stuff going on here

[personal profile] paleradiance 2023-11-25 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Darn, Cecelia. One step ahead of her here. Just the very look the girl gives her - so wide-eyed, clearly caught by surprise - probably tells Cecelia enough to know that apologizing is exactly the thing she was about to do.

But she at least listens to the words, swallowing down any apologies before they can cross her lips.

"I just--"

Maybe that's what she should do instead. Clarifying. Because Cecelia says she's not sure where Olympia wants to go with this, or what she wants to hear, but she doesn't want to hear anything. It's just--

I'm alive again, and I don't think I deserve to be.

She can't say that. Not when Cecelia still looks relatively tired. It wouldn't be fair to dump that all on her.

The girl slowly shakes her head.

"It's nothing, then." Her words are awfully soft, but she does her best to make them sound polite all the same. There's - once more - the instinct to apologize, but she manages to hold it back again. "Please let me know at any point if there's something I can do for you."
Edited 2023-11-25 14:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lunartes 2023-11-25 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[In contrast, Estelle freezes in place for the moment, as she lets out a small unbidden gasp.]

Ah, that's... How awful... I can't believe you had to go through such a terrible thing...

[She does believe Cecelia; it's just--to think that something so dreadful already happened here so recently, and that it could happen again, it has her frozen in worry.]
hellonspectacles: (his eyes were a perfectly lambent grey)

[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-11-25 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Palamedes half expects Gideon to find a new and creative way to be insulted by his final attempt at making peace, but instead, she seems to perk up. Pal almost sags with relief.

“Want for it? Nothing at all—“ Fearing the answer might cause a whole new argument, he redirects mid-thought, “Well, I wouldn’t mind some help fighting through those vines, now that you mention it. My cavalier will certainly be grateful to you. Does that sound like a reasonable exchange?”
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[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-11-25 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
“It would be foolish. And whatever else he is, I don’t think John—the Emperor—is foolish.” Palamedes rubs his temple. Cecelia has an excellent point, and yet something still tugs at his anxieties when he imagines John Gaius among their friends and allies here in Well.

Palamedes begins to pace.

“Thus far, everyone who has been brought here has instinctively understood that we are stronger together. We have avoided the sort of arguments and factionalisms that, I’m afraid to say, can be far too common in times of danger. Our unity is our greatest asset, I have no doubt of that.”

“But unity isn’t always easy, and we cannot assume that everyone will always be so committed.” As abruptly as he had begun to move, Pal stills. “What if John Gaius thought that he could throw us all under the bus to gain his own freedom? What would he do then? If I'm being entirely honest, Cecelia, that's the question whose answer I am terrified of learning."
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[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-11-25 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Palamedes makes a face. "Maybe we should have some salves at the ready," he says, only half joking. He doesn't know where Daniel's hypothesis about boils comes from, or even how serious it is, but at this point Pal would gladly follow any lead.

"If the pattern follows, we'll begin to get hints regarding the next disaster in two months' time, perhaps even sooner. I recommend taking copious notes, and seeing what patterns emerge. We've yet to properly predict what's to come, but we must keep trying."
thinkfirst: (concerned | worry | get ready)

[personal profile] thinkfirst 2023-11-25 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
A young one.

[ Flynn echoes her thoughts in a half-whisper, sharing a concerned glance as the boy comes tumbling forward, his face set in a determined yell, a tiny sword held tight in his hand. He smashes into a target that isn't there and bounces off it with a yelp, stumbling backwards. Flynn's already moving to try and help him up, except—

his hand goes right through the little ghostly form.

He blinks.

The boy whimpers quietly, sniffs, and moves to pick himself up without any help at all. Flynn twists from his half-crouch to look at Estelle.
]

...another illusion.
thinkfirst: (close | determined | ready)

[personal profile] thinkfirst 2023-11-26 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
"But we haven't really had to try without you," for very long, Flynn does not add, because he's still too raw from the weeks she was gone. They had, just a little bit, fallen apart without Cecelia's steadying influence. He isn't ready to bring that up because she'll just find a way to feel bad about it, probably, and Flynn isn't going to make her feel worse for anything in the world.

They crest the stairs, at least, and Flynn looks down the hallway for something familiar. Of course, he finds nothing, and deflates just a little. "It may be here, but I couldn't say for sure. I never thought I'd find myself missing the hotel as it was."
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[personal profile] lunartes 2023-11-26 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Estelle reacts slower than Flynn, starting to reach out in concern by the time his hand has already gone through the ghost boy, and she halts, pulling her hand back to clasp to her chest.]

Oh... So we can't help him...

[Regretful, she watches in worry as he picks himself up, wishes she could reassure him that it's okay and that he could hear her. But all she can do is watch on, helpless...]

Who do you think he is?
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[personal profile] royalfling 2023-11-26 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Canned... fish. [ He repeats the words, his nose wrinkling. He can't say exactly why but that sounds awful to him. Maybe it's disrespectful to the fish, to can them. ] Yes, well. We could try! Or get someone else to try!

[ He can't cook so help him. Well, either way, he leans in with a smile, all polite charm ]

So, what's your favorite food, Estelle? Something as unique as your 'do?
royalfling: (soft | tired | sad)

[personal profile] royalfling 2023-11-26 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ He has to be sitting down for this? Well, that isn't heartening, not at all. He lets out a dramatic sigh but nods. ]

If I must.

[ He lets Min-Gi escort him to this parlor, and drops into one of the big, plush armchairs, his long limbs sprawled out in it ]

Alright, I am seated. I promise not to pass out, no matter what you tell me! Or that if I do, I most likely won't hurt anything important.

[ The important thing in question here being his little head ]

Lay it on me. What do I need to know?
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[personal profile] lunartes 2023-11-26 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[She smiles in amusement and understanding at his face--it would be worth a try, she thinks, but she can imagine that it wouldn't be anything like fresh fish. After all...after only a moment of swirling her teacup thoughtfully, she answers-]

Hm...I can't remember if there were any foods in particular that I liked or disliked...but I really enjoy how fresh the meals here are! Have you heard that the environment used to be a desert? We're quite lucky, having arrived when we did... It sounds like it was much more difficult to get good food and drinks before this.
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[personal profile] thinkfirst 2023-11-26 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
...it's hard to say. I've never seen him before.

[ Although, that's not strictly true. There's something achingly familiar about that washed-out blonde head and the determined little face. Flynn watches him push up and grip the sword again, his face creased in concentration, aimed at something he and Estelle can't see.

When the boy charges again, all determination and shaky steps, Flynn gets a better look at his face and his breath catches.
]

...or... could that really be...

Estelle, can you see his face at all?

[ His little charge is, in fact, taking him right on a path toward Estelle's knees. ]
searingwing: (I can take it if you need to)

[personal profile] searingwing 2023-11-26 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Its as if his thoughts are an echo of hers as he says,] …I’ve found it to be kinder to tell people what they’re dealing with from the start. The shock of some of us wielding magic alone can be surprising to people.

[He pauses and adds,] And better to be prepared because this place throws in our face what we don’t remember. As soon as it can.
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-11-26 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
I know, she thinks, her mouth pulling into a small, apologetic smile.

"You've much to catch up on, I daresay." Again. "How much have you gathered before stumbling upon my door?"
sighsheavily: (pic#16590724)

[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-11-26 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
She sighs. Of course, there's the shutdown. Why can't she be better for this girl's sake? This is as frustrating as it is pitiable...but it's hard to say who deserves that pity more.

"Dear girl, just do as you must, but not much more. At least, not on your own. We all wound up here together, so together we must carry on, yes?"

But please, she thinks, don't look so tortured in my presence about it!
sighsheavily: (pic#16590720)

[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-11-26 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Awful, terrible...absurd. Mm. Yes.

[she starts down the remainder of the hall with more purpose, looking for the stairs.] The more one reflects, the more nonsensical it seems. Yet it is what it is and nothing less.

I and others have survived, whether by design or by chance. So on we move. And now you are along on this journey, too.
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-11-26 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Seeing Palamedes so genuinely disturbed is...troubling, to say the least. And this isn't including the moment of her demise at his double's hands; she could barely see him through pain.

She stands sentry by the kettle as it heats up, watching Palamedes pacing around, hugging her arms to herself as if that would keep her from doing likewise.

Terrified, he says, and she's certain it's not hyperbole.

"Palamedes," she starts, hesitating to consider her words with a bit more care. "I think we could get lost in all manner of speculation, but I don't think that is the best use of our time. We can only work with what is right in front of us, what we know that is, not what could be.

"Besides," her tone softens a little, her mouth quirking, "should I get a whiff of betrayal off that dreadful man, I know a different kind of god who can help us ensure he'll not hurt anyone...and I don't think it'll take violence to convince him."

Because while Darin's power is immense and destructive, his will is set on forging better tomorrows.
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[personal profile] diosapatemajor 2023-11-26 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
This is total shit. She should get up and leave. She should call out his desperate bullshit for the obvious trap it is and go find somewhere else with food that doesn't come with owing some undefined favor to a necromancer with creepy eyes pretending to be the King Undying.

Instead, she knocks the side of her fist against the table restlessly. Her expression becomes no less serious.

"Are you asking me to... throw you a bone?"
necrolord: <user name="thebutt"> (brick and mortar thick as scripture)

[personal profile] necrolord 2023-11-26 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
John's expression lights like the sky at sunrise. He is quietly delighted. It feels like a stray cat has just leaned into his hand.

With perfect gravitas, he agrees: "Make no bones about it." And to the waiter, "Fantastic. That's lunch. Thanks."
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[personal profile] diosapatemajor 2023-11-26 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Gideon's fist rests firmly against the table; she's stopped fidgeting. Not so deep down, she's pleased as hell.

"What prison do they send bad necromancers to?"
necrolord: =+ (to the heavens)

[personal profile] necrolord 2023-11-26 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
The waiter circles back off towards the kitchen, and John settles in to give Gideon his full attention.

"I don't know, and I'm a little afraid to find out. What?"
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[personal profile] diosapatemajor 2023-11-26 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
She's really mustering everything she's got to keep a straight face.

"The Rib Cage."
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[personal profile] diosapatemajor 2023-11-26 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
Gideon falls into this trade instantly, and while her wariness doesn't vanish, the relentlessly aggressive questioning stops.

"Deal. Which way?" Being on good terms with another cavalier doesn't sound like a bad idea, even if that cavalier is only going to know how to bench press books. She gestures, belated and vague, at the tombstone Palamedes had been hunched over. "Or did you need to finish... whatever you were doing?"
necrolord: <user name="thebutt"> (brick and mortar thick as scripture)

[personal profile] necrolord 2023-11-26 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Oh no, that one is awful. It's better than he'd hoped. John laughs softly, always a little wondering, as though surprised to find himself smiling. It's the same quiet laugh she'd earned from him in the hedge maze.

"Guess I'll stay on best behavior. Thanks."

The waiter reappears with diner-standard icewater for each of them, and John doesn't bother to question whether that's on-theme. He makes a show of inspecting his obviously clear glass.

"Good news: no blood."

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