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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] diosapatemajor 2023-11-26 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
John laughs at her stupid joke (laughs) and Gideon's meter-thick wall cracks. Despite trying not to look pleased, the corner of her mouth turns up. She scoffs, leans back, and folds her arms over her chest in a weak shadow of aggression.

Her face turns away to watch the waiter go. "First time back since the special?"
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[personal profile] necrolord 2023-11-26 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
"It was special," he agrees, synonym for shitshow. "We ran low on water for a while. Blood in abundance, don't ask me how, no one's ever seen where they get it from." John can guess where they get it from, but the tentacle pit isn't really a first-day topic.

"I can draw water from plasma, but, you know." He makes a wiggly-fingers gesture with one hand, to convey goopy. "It's not glamorous."
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-11-26 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
She understands the unspoken part, a twinge of guilt pinching at her gut. That's not entirely true, she thinks. But it doesn't utterly count, does it? What would she have done being there in the midst of skeletons and floods? Be one more person to panic about?

"I'm more relieved," she admits, her free hand feeling around herself for her key. "It feels like proper progress at last to me. This one, I think."

After they ascend to the next level, she starts to eye the room numbers until finding the one which matches hers.

"Still on the far end of a hall, just as last time," she murmurs, letting Flynn go so she can unlock and open the door, finding the place fairly clean...save for the scattered notebooks about.

"...Well. Seems about right."
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[personal profile] diosapatemajor 2023-11-26 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"No necro shit," she says, suddenly, alarmed by the movement that coveys necro-magic-time to her. "I'll take your word for it. I'm not giving you my plasma."
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[personal profile] necrolord 2023-11-27 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
For someone fighting on his side, she's really not into the wizard stuff. They can unpack that later.

"Fine by me." He splays his hands as though conceding the point, then drops them back to the table. "Best behavior, remember? Necro shit only with enthusiastic consent. I'll stick with tap water."

And, as an olive branch: "Can't fault me for trying to stay useful. You should see me try to hold a sword."
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[personal profile] closetdweller 2023-11-27 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
How... Horrifying!

Urushihara took a step backwards, hands raised in a feeble attempts to protect himself, and emphatically shook his head.

"Oh no, man." He said, looking uncomfortable -- maybe fearful?

"I've got too many social diseases to make a fuss at the managers," he explained. "People are hard. Managers are harder!"

Please, loud stranger, don't make him do it.
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[personal profile] diosapatemajor 2023-11-27 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Hold a sword? Can you even pick one up? Thought necromancers couldn't lift their own hands above their heads."
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[personal profile] necrolord 2023-11-27 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
"It took a few tries," he says modestly. "Each failure more spectacular than the last. I may have set some kind of record for that, actually. Still, I got there in the end."

The waiter reappears with garlic bread, bisque, and spiced potato. John gives another absentminded Thanks and takes up a fork to gesture with.

"Glad you're here to even the numbers. More necromancers would be nice, but then there's no one to keep us getting mowed down by monsters while we wave around the bones." And: "Try dipping that. Classic combination."
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[personal profile] diosapatemajor 2023-11-27 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Gideon's eyes light at the food's arrival. She picks up the littlest slice of bread, jams it unceremoniously into the bisque, and shoves it in its entirety into her mouth. It burns her fingers and sears her tongue and her palate.

She leans forward a little, hits her elbow on the table. Steam blows from her mouth as she surreptitiously coughs into her hand. All she can taste is garlic, and the taste is mostly just burnt into her nose.

"Where'd you get a sword?" She clears her throat and reaches for another one with only slightly more caution. "Lost mine. Need one."
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[personal profile] outofsynth 2023-11-27 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't say you were going to pass out.

[He just. Isn't wholly convinced that he won't pass out. That's a totally different thing, obviously. Min-Gi doesn't take a seat himself just yet, hovering next to the tea station.]

Do you want tea first?

[Maybe that will be calming after what he has to tell him...]
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[personal profile] lunartes 2023-11-27 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[At the same time as Flynn, Estelle finds something vaguely familiar in the boy's features, wondering, for a moment, if he's someone she once knew-]

Oh-!

[She knows he's not solid, but she steps aside from his lunge all the same, eyes on the small form as he darts by. That face--he's so young, she's not sure, but...]

Yes, I... He looks familiar, but I'm not... [She looks up at Flynn as she answers, trailing off. Hmm...could it be...?] Could he be related to you, Flynn? Ah--is it possible you're a father?
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[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-11-27 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Palamedes answers with a short, tight not. Cecelia is right; <>i>naturally she is right, this is why he had let the entire dreadful business spill out to her. He could drive himself mad trying to predict what will happen when John fully remembers who he is, or merely succumbs to whatever instincts drove him to destroy planets or kill those supposedly under his protection.

But that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be cautious. Taking off his glasses and briefly presses his thumb and finger into his eyelids, he sighs. “I know there’s no action I can take. And I know worrying myself into the ground won’t do any good.” He offers a faint smile. “But I want to keep an eye on him, just in case things do take a…less savory turn. I don’t wish to sow discord, but I don’t intend on giving him any more of his trust. And, if I may be so bold, I hope I can entreat you to continue to keep your distance from him as well.”
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[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-11-27 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
“No, no, I’ve done all I can here,” says Palamedes, brushing off his hands on his robe as though to accentuate the point. “The environment is obviously still lying to me, so there’s no reason to wander around scrying every sodding rock.” He flashes Gideon a rueful sort of smile and explains, “Boring necromancy stuff. I won’t bore you with the gory details. Come on, I’m pretty sure the entrance is this way.”
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[personal profile] necrolord 2023-11-27 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
John quietly revises his impression from stray cat to street dog. He keeps a carefully straight face. Okay: apparently they don't do table manners in space. Does the Emperor feed his army nutrient paste and freeze-dried little cubes?

He cuts a bit of potato, picks it up with his fork, pops it in his mouth. Hopes maybe she'll get the picture before the waiter brings them each half a chicken.

"There was a whole trial to pass, way out in the woods. You'd have to walk out into the wilderness, find your way before the wolves found you..." He takes up gesturing with the fork again, setting the scene. "And if you were lucky, you'd make it to the grove. A beautiful clearing, honestly, lovely ambience. Sunlight through the trees, that sort of thing. At the center of it all was a great slab of stone, and embedded in the stone: a sword."

He raises his eyebrows, inviting her into a joke at his expense. "My first try? I set foot into that clearing and the whole thing yelled at me. It was like setting off a car alarm."
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Welcome home

[personal profile] searingwing 2023-11-27 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
“They don’t acknowledge anything. Likely because they can’t.” Says a man as he comes into the manor. He has a large sword strapped to his back and a gestures for the young man to follow him.

“They have never opposed us finding our own rooms. You can request the key of the new room you’ve chosen.” He takes out his own key as he takes the sword off his back. It should be noted his key is on the ground floor.
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[personal profile] closetdweller 2023-11-27 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Urushihara looked at the sword carrying stranger with a look of both confusion and interest.

"So, you're saying this guy is an NPC... And we can just do whatever we want?"

He asked, with an arched brow that suggested that he didn't quite believe this information.

"What else is there? Are you gonna say that the food and the use of the bath house is free, too?"
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[personal profile] guidemyway 2023-11-28 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[She... Didn't exactly feel great overstepping Estelle like that, but putting others before herself was just how she rolled.]

Yeah, but my cloak being torn isn't going to get me more hurt.

[And she does her best to sit still during the effort. But a beat or two passes and something doesn't feel right about the bandage. ...It's a little lose.

And she sees the look on Estelle's face and she feels a little worse about all this.]


No- You're fine. Why don't you just give it another shot? You'll do better this time, I know it.

Just make it tighter this time.

...Not like too tight or anything, I still need to breath.

Maybe I'll tell you when to knot it.
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[personal profile] royalfling 2023-11-28 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
A desert?! Really! [ It's a little over the top, but he is really interested in that ] How could a desert turn into this? This is so... no desert-y. Trees don't grow that fast where I'm from.

Were people... were they starving in the desert? [ Said in more of a hush ]
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[personal profile] royalfling 2023-11-28 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, the managers here aren't providing good service, and they should know that their customers are unhappy," Wu huffs, pouting as he crosses his arms. He doesn't really want to go alone. He just met this kid, he doesn't really want to let that connection go just yet.

"I suppose I can give them a second chance. Just one more!"
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[personal profile] royalfling 2023-11-28 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Tea would be lovely, thank you. [ Wu says it on a breath, sagging further into his chair. He makes no move to get his own tea, but tea at least is comforting and familiar, he can work with tea.

He eyes wander around the parlor. It's a much nicer room. He likes this room, it's cozy and well designed and he can finally relax
]

I suppose I should give in to some social graces. It's all a bit much, you know?
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[personal profile] gideoncav 2023-11-28 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
If the way he's eating is meant to get her to follow suit, it super doesn't.

But she does at least rip this piece of bread in half before jamming it into the bowl of garlic bread dipping sauce. She stares at it steaming, doesn't know what to do about it, and just repeats the process of forcing herself through the heat. Having been expecting it, she doesn't cough this time.

Gideon listens to his explanation, but the warning is lost on her. She's not at all dissuaded.

"Okay. What do you mean, was? You get the only sword?"
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[personal profile] necrolord 2023-11-28 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
He winces a little: it kind of hurts to watch. There's enthusiasm, and then there's this. Which is how he knows she wants to be out the door and into the woods before they've even finished lunch.

"I got the coolest sword." This is objectively true and he says it like apologetic fact. "Not the only one. I'll warn you, not all of them were useful. I've seen wooden swords, cardboard swords, and one really impressive gummi worm. Even then, I can't promise the trial is still out there. It's been a few weeks, and things here tend to come and go."
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[personal profile] lunartes 2023-11-28 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a slightly curious tilt to her head, because she doesn't remember any particulars about magic herself beyond the fact that it exists. So she's interested, yet also wondering about the people who find it shocking--does that mean they don't remember magic at all? How strange...

Her curiosity is tempered by his warning, though, and her lips thin into a concerned line as she leans in a little closer to check his face.]


Really? And I haven't seen any helmets to properly protect ourselves... Are you alright? You haven't been injured from being hit in the face, have you?
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[personal profile] lunartes 2023-11-28 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah--w-wait!

[Stirred from inaction, she hurries after Cecelia. The other girl is so put-together despite everything...it's impressive.]

Aren't you afraid? Of what could be next...
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-11-28 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Cecelia's expression sours at the suggestion.

"You realize the hypervigilance may just galvanize darker tendencies out of spite or might, yes? A lack of trust breeds untrustworthy behavior; why aim higher if the bar is so low?"

She says this, but she's not exactly been the most gracious with John herself, despite her efforts. She can't help that he's naturally repellent to her senses!

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