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5.0 Test Drive Meme

5.0 Test Drive Meme

Welcome to Well! 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 February onward, and can happen concurrently with other events during February and March. This will be the only TDM for February, March, and April.

Applications are open January 27th until February 1st, and February 24th until March 1st. Invites are available for friends of current players.

Arrival: Six Feet Under
Content warnings: graves, being buried alive

You wake up in the ground. The hole you're in fits your body nicely. Just as you wake up, dirt spatters onto your face, into your eyes and mouth. Maybe that's what woke you up. Before you've had a chance to clear it, more dirt drops onto your body from above, again and again, in a grim rhythm. Until you get out of there it won't stop.

Unfortunately, you're six feet deep. You might want a hand.

More unfortunately, you won't get one from the person with the shovel. The gravedigger, silhouetted in black against the sky above you, will continue to shovel dirt onto you while you try to escape. Once you're out, she loses all interest and moves on to the next grave. She doesn't acknowledge you in any way.

Above the grave is a headstone: your own. It says your name and it might have your birthdate. The death date is unreadable. There may be an epitaph about your life. It doesn't look new. In fact, it looks as old and worn as the rest of the graveyard. Other open graves are scattered around in this graveyard, and other people are climbing up out of them, too. Maybe you want to lend them a hand, or maybe you want to get out of here as fast as possible.

A mossy wrought-iron gate leads out into greenery.

Now that you're out, you need to find your way... somewhere. Not here.

For current players, you're welcome to have your character wake up for the cycle like this.

tl;dr:
  • You wake up in your own grave! Someone's burying you alive! Better get out of there.

The only way out
Content warnings: being eaten alive, carnivorous flowers, intoxication

The graveyard is in the middle of the maze: a sprawling hedge maze on the outskirts of Wellstone town. The ground is soft with recent rain, and the hedges are just blooming green like it's early spring. Your shoes squelch in the muck.

It starts easily enough. As you make your way deeper, though, you'll start run into things that make the maze… harder. Gigantic flowers block the way down one path, and they titter together as you get close, swaying and moving in ways that flowers shouldn't. If you do get too close, a flower lurches forward and snaps its petals around you like jaws. Are those teeth?! They're like foot-long cactus spines, sharp and deadly. You might want to get out of there, and fast. The teeth hurt, and the inside of the flower isn't a cakewalk either. It hurts your skin, and if you're in there too long, your skin may start to burn off.

Down another path are more flowers. These are smaller, and oddly fleshy in color and scent. At the center of each flower is an eye. Some of them seem familiar, although you can't figure out why. As you pass, the eyes roll, following you closely. If you make eye contact and any of these flowers, you feel a chilling wave of fear that roots you to the spot. Your stuck in its gaze, staring back at it as it stares impassively at you. You have the horrible feeling that if you stay here, something awful will happen. It grows worse and worse, more acute, but no matter how strong that fear, you can't move your feet. Someone, or something, has to break your eye contact with the flower.

At a final turn in the maze, the sweet, soft scent of lilacs fills the air. You're sure that scent means you've found the end, and that you should follow it. Naturally, it doesn't. It leads to a dead end. Again. This one, at least, is beautiful: it's a little meadow surrounded by hedges, blooming in lilacs and lavender and little purple-headed poppies. The scent is heady and overwhelming. It fills you up. It settles into your head like a haze, making it hard to focus. It seems like an amazing idea to just… stay here. Lie down, maybe, among all those nice flowers. Just for a little while, you tell yourself.

Only, it may be more than a little while. The longer you sleep in this lovely little meadow, the more vines and flowers will grow over and around your body. Eventually, they'll make their way into your nose, your ears, your mouth and start to pull you down into the soft earth. Someone's going to have to wake you up and get those vines off unless you want to stay in this maze forever!

When at last you find your way out of the maze, past the treacherous flowers, you set your sights on Wellstone: a town in the first bloom of spring, a light mist making everything dewy and bright.

tl;dr:
  • After you leave the cemetery, you find yourself in the maze. There are flowers that are obstacles along your way.
  • There are large, flesh-eating flowers full of teeth that want to eat you.
  • There are fleshy flowers with eyes in the middle that, if you meet their gaze, hold you with fear.
  • There are lilacs that lull you and make you want to lie down and take a nap. If you do, vines will wrap you up, making it very difficult to get out.
  • Once you make it through all the obstacles, you can make it out of the maze into Wellstone.

Scent of death
Content warnings: bad smells, potential for body horror

It isn't just the maze blooming with the coming of spring: Wellstone itself has burst into bloom. It seems that everywhere you look, flowers have invaded the town. Sweet snowdrops poke their heads up between cobblestones. Violets wink from shadowed corners. Morning glories climb walls and line windows. They all smell wonderful, good enough to make you want to bend down and take a good, long sniff.

Except for one. Blooming in the courtyard of the Staywell, just in front of the door in a little garden circle, is a corpse flower. The flower is massive: over three meters tall, giant stamen thrusting up to the sky with frilly red leaves around its base.

It's hard to avoid the flower: any time anyone opens the door to the courtyard, the scent enters the lobby, the parlor, the cafeteria. It seems to permeate the Staywell at random times. And the scent is strange: if you try to talk to anyone about it, they don't agree with you on how it smells. And they won't agree on how it affects you.

Smelling the corpse flower makes you feel a little... strange. Its effects vary by person, and even when a person smells it more than once, the effect might change. At first you feel a rush of disgust, then nausea, then--well.

When you smell the corpse flower, you might smell:
  • The most delicious thing you can imagine. You're suddenly extremely hungry and feel compelled to eat as much as possible.
  • The most wonderful, nostalgic scent. You feel compelled to proclaim your loyalty and friendship to the next person you see.
  • The most relaxing thing. Your body feels loose and relaxed and you feel at peace. You want to spread the love and feel compelled to get everyone else around you to chill the fuck out.
  • Sugary sweetness. You feel an intense draw of affection toward the people around you and feel compelled to compliment them in increasingly over the top ways.
  • The scent of raw, rotting meat. Everything around you suddenly look strangely... meaty. Is that chair made of meat? That wall? You're very acutely aware that you are made of meat, and that everyone around you is made of meat.
  • The smell of death. You feel a horrible, creeping sense of guilt and feel compelled to confess something awful you do or do not remember doing to the next person you see.

Comment below if you'd like a random smell (or feel free to select for yourself). Effects last anywhere from half an hour to an hour. Characters can experience different effects throughout the TDM. The corpse flower will be in bloom the first week of February and the first week of March, and closed the rest of the time.

tl;dr:
  • There's a corpse flower blooming in the courtyard of the Staywell.
  • When you smell its scent, you'll smell a scent that makes you do--something! Select from the list what you'd like to happen, or comment below for a random effect.


strictpress: (SO STRONK)

abby anderson | the last of us

[personal profile] strictpress 2024-01-20 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
i. six feet under (cw: violence):

[It isn't the first time she's woke up with dirt in her mouth. And it never precludes anything good.

Abby's eyes snap open and she looks up to see the grave digger tossing another pile of dirt on her. Instantly, she's scrambling to her feet and pulling herself out of the hole with an ease that might be surprising to any witnesses.

Immediately, she goes for the Gravedigger's shovel, wrapping her hands around the shaft, and pulling with all of her might before the Gravedigger's grip breaks. Then Abby is on her, somewhere between trained soldier and rabid dog. She presses the shaft up against the Gravediggers throat and pushes, shoving her back against a grave, trying to stun her with the force. Then Abby pulls back and brings the shovel down on the Gravedigger's head. The corpse explodes, coating her with blood.

The blood isn't unfamiliar and the killing blow was natural, like she's done it hundreds of times. And she's pretty sure she has. Though she's not sure why she's in this place. She looks back at the grave to the gravestone, where the epitaph reads:
Abigail Anderson
A piece of shit.


Abby's stomach clenches and she grits her teeth as she looks around. She's missing someone. But she can't remember who. And anyone else around... she doesn't think she knows them but there the only one around.

Awkwardly, she wipes the blood off her face but it mostly just smears.]


So uh. Do you remember dying? Because I sure don't.


ii. the only way out

[Abby does not remember killer flowers despite being quite certain that a lot of things have tried to kill her in the past. Flowers are new. Thankfully, she's kept the shovel from the gravedigger, unable to resist the urge to carry some kind of weapon, as she makes her way through the maze. She stays low, carefully looking around every corner to make sure the way is clear. Then she comes across someone else, you perhaps, encountering the deadly flowers.

It's a good distraction, allowing her to move through without being detected. She starts to move and then hesitates as a churning feeling of guilt stirs in her gut and keeps her feet in place. If she leaves... will that person die.

"Fuck."

She mutters to herself before standing up and charging, full speed, at the flowers and clobbers one with head of the shovel as she makes contact.]


Hey! Back off!


iii. the smell of death (cw: torture mention)

[The smell of death isn't unfamiliar to her. It makes her feel unanchored and miserable but not surprised or even afraid. She's been around death.

She's caused death. A lot of it. Part of her feels justified, stubborn, as if daring the world to criticize her. Another part feels nothing but disgust and loathing.

There's a sharp inhale and a swallow before she speaks.]


I think. I think... I killed someone. And they deserved it. But I don't remember why. And I don't know why part of me regrets it.

anglophone: (002 | those wooden boys)

iii

[personal profile] anglophone 2024-01-20 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Warm dust. Jasmine body spray. Melted vanilla ice cream. Alec likes the smell of the flower much more on his second brush with it. The pervasive sense of calm unknitting his peripheral awareness is far more appealing than most of the shit this place tries to pull on him.

That makes it worse than most. It's the shit that makes you let your guard down that fucks you up, as the new stranger spilling her guts to the first random teenager stepping out into her line of sight will probably be figuring out pretty soon. ]


Because you're not a psycho?

[ Alec suggests, with a little rising inflection at the end. The short, slight boy in fairy tale princeling cosplay turns to face Abby, one hand on his hip as he tilts his head of tousled black curls. ]
strictpress: (listen here u lil shit)

[personal profile] strictpress 2024-01-21 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[She scoffs. The retort feels familiar even if she can't put her finger on why. There's just a familairty about getting put in her place by someone much younger.]

Yeah? How do you know? I could be.
anglophone: (001 | corona)

[personal profile] anglophone 2024-01-21 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[ Alec shrugs carelessly. ]

Maybe you regret not killing them worse, then. [ He seems to think this is as valid a regret as committing the murder at all. ] Or not knowing why is bugging you. Or the evil plant is guilt-tripping you about it. That happens.

[ He's about as serious as he ever gets about that. ]

Does it matter?
Edited (removed magical gender detection) 2024-01-21 12:50 (UTC)
moonsounds: (Ruka (12))

1!

[personal profile] moonsounds 2024-01-20 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[It has to be a bad thing that none of this feels completely unfamiliar. Even the sensation of waking up with no real memories isn't new, but it causes a wave of uneasy that feels different. It's not just anxiety of not remembering, it's a feel that the meaning behind the not remembering is bad. Really bad. The Moonlight Syndrome might be progressing much faster than she thought, but she can't remember what she was supposed to be trying to do.

Getting out of the hole seems good at first, but she's managed to make it over the edge in time to... See Abby flat out murder someone. The 'someone' she's pretty sure is who was trying to bury her alive not too long before either, so like...She didn't seem to be a good person, but murder seems a little far.

Ruka loses her grip and slips down into the grave again a second later and, after a moment's debate on if Abby was dangerous or not, ventured:
]

I don't remember anything like that. [Dying, she means. Her own grave marker reads: Ruka Minazuki
The Moon Keeper
.

She tries to ignore it as she climbs up the grave again
] What... What happened? [With the gravekeeper, she means, hoping there's a good reason. Or a reason she can say is good enough]
strictpress: (let me lecture you)

[personal profile] strictpress 2024-01-24 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Abby follows the other girl's gaze towards where the corpse of the gravedigger should be, now replaced with a large puddle of blood. Way more blood than any person should have.

It's fine.]


She was trying to bury me alive.

Here.

[She reaches a bloodied hand towards the girl to help her out of the hole.]
phite: (strength)

ii

[personal profile] phite 2024-01-20 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
(Yara doesn't think she would die. She is a good fighter; this is a role that was assigned to her, the one thing that is certain despite the deep holes in her memory. She was selected to be a warrior, and being chosen made her proud.

When a low-lying flower closes flesh and teeth around her ankle, Yara whistles out a looping call, fingers at her lips: the enemy is here. Her hand drops to her waist but there is nothing to grab and no taut bow-string slung across her body. The flower takes advantage of the distraction to snarl its teeth into her skin, dragging her down like an angry dog.

Kicking doesn't seem to do much. Her curled fist is small, glancing off fleshy petals with little impact and there are others unfolding nearby, their shapes reminding her of something terrible, fungal, feral. When the acid burning starts, sharp and hot, she screams.

This draws somebody faster than her whistle did, which is telling, but beggars can't be choosers.)


My ankle— (Help her! She is trying to pry the mouth of the flower open with one hand. There doesn't seem to be another: her other arm is gone. It stops just above her elbow, shirt-sleeve knotted loosely around the end.)
strictpress: (PGA Tour 2020)

[personal profile] strictpress 2024-01-24 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Abby knows that whistle call. It sends a chill down her spine and makes her body tense as though prepping for some incoming doom though she can't remember why. For whatever feeling it stirs, it brings no memories to the surface.

Abby walks further down the maze, towards the sound, since it's the only path the maze will allow her to take. She grips the shovel as she turns the corner only to find the source of her unknown anxiety is a kid. Just a tiny kid. About to get eaten by flowers.

There's a moment where she hesitates, she doesn't know this kid. Why should she help. But then again... why shouldn't she?

In a single motion, Abby turns the corner and aims the broad edge of the shovel at the flowers, trying to smash in as many nasty little teeth as possible.]


Hey! Let go!
kaientai: (190)

iii.

[personal profile] kaientai 2024-01-21 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ for ryouma, the scent evokes the deep ache of nostalgia for a place he can't really remember. it's comforting where it's strangely familiar, and he tries not to think too hard about the rest.

he looks at the strange woman confessing to him out of nowhere and smiles his most sympathetic smile. ryouma is a naturally friendly individual, but more than ever, he wants to help. he doesn't ever consider that that compulsion and the scent might be connected. ]


Sometimes it's necessary to take a life. If you regret it, it's because you understand that a life has value, even if it belonged to someone who used their life to harm others.
strictpress: (little revenge always hurt everyone)

[personal profile] strictpress 2024-01-24 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know if it was necessary. Deserved isn't the same thing.

[Many that live deserve death and many that die deserve life. It takes great of effort to deal out justice and judgements for everyone.

She read something that in a book once and marvels that she can remember that but little else.]


But maybe it was for the best.
kaientai: (101)

[personal profile] kaientai 2024-01-26 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
You know—... that's true. You're right about that.

[ but he can't deny that necessary had been the first thought to come to mind. ryouma certainly doesn't feel qualified to make that decision, so it's not a comfortable thought. ]

That's probably the best way of looking at it anyway; nobody can change the past, so there's no point in worrying about it.

[ clearly, the best way to handle your past problems is to never look at any of your past problems. ]

You could be a different person than you were then, too. What matters is what someone does right now.
masculinitea: (Bro?)

i

[personal profile] masculinitea 2024-01-22 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[there's a big guy here and also an enormous reddish horse kneeling down. No, wait, they're the same thing, a very impressed draft centaur, who'd been using a tea towel to try to clear some mud from the long fur on his lower legs.]

Ohhh... bro, that was the coolest fucking thing. Sweet moves! She'll be back though, just so you know.

[Vic is several lengths away and has enough intelligence to not want to get any closer unexpectedly, but not enough to wonder that he sees bloody violence and just thinks it's cool.]

Nah, the amnesia's just part of the whole thing. So if I died, I dunno about it. Kinda tough to get me in a hole in the ground either way.