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1.0 Test Drive Meme

1.0 Test Drive Meme

Welcome to Well! Characters arrive the same way every month. Your character arrives with only a handful of memories, clad in old west style clothes of your choosing, with 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.

Applications open on January 20th, and the game opens on February 1st. Invites are available for members of the mods' plurk lists.

Put on your dancing shoes
Content warning: Alcohol, intoxication, altered mental state

Something’s happening at the Cactus Pad Saloon. It’s lit up bright against the growing night, and music spills out onto the street. Seems like a fun time that you should check out. In fact, it’s hard not to check it out: the closer you get, the stronger the urge to join the fun. If you’ve been spending a lot of time alone, you’ll feel even more compelled to come get a drink.

The bartender serves up anything you can think of: from whiskey to apple juice to blood, if that’s your preference. She doesn’t blink an eye, no matter what’s ordered. The funny thing is, no matter what you order, once you take a sip, the world feels a little easier to deal with, your worries seem to melt away. You’re flush with sudden confidence.

If you strike up a conversation with the person next to you, conversation flows like you’re talking to an old friend. You feel a sense of kinship, deep and meaningful, good or bad, that bonds you together.

The old record player is playing a fun ditty, and the longer you stick around, the more you’re tempted to join, or start, the dancing. Whether you’re a great dancer or you have two left feet, you find that you feel capable of dancing like no one’s watching. No one knows you here, after all. You barely know yourself, so why not draw a partner into the fray? A party’s better together!

If you end up staying there til closing time, the bartender kicks you out with a gruff “come back tomorrow,” leaving you to stumble home with your new best friend. What was their name again?


Sand trap
Content warning: Quick sand, potential drowning in sand

You step through a door into a room you didn’t mean to enter. You were trying to head into the saloon, or your hotel room, or the bathroom, and instead you’re here: in a small, tight, windowless room in a white-washed building. The air here is old, stale, and thick. Hazy gold light bounces off the walls, but you can’t tell where it’s coming from, since there’s no visible ceiling. The walls just stretch up and up into bright nothingness.

Someone else is there, too, coming through an identical door on the opposite wall. Both doors snap shut, and won’t open again, no matter how hard you try. They won’t even break.

This might not be so bad, except that a sound starts to fill the space: sand, trickling down the walls. It’s just a dusting to start. It comes sprinkling down above, seeping through the cracks in the door. The longer you stand there, the faster it comes: sand flows down the walls in massive torrents, building up on the floor, shifting and thick, trapping you in place.

The only way out is up. When you look again at the walls, you’ll notice it: about 10 feet up the wall hangs a flimsy rope ladder, half-hidden by the waterfall of sand. You’ll have to work together to even reach it, or maybe let the ever-growing pile of shifting, slippery sand lift you up? Be careful, because even if you manage to reach the rope, you both have to get out of here, and the longer you’re here, the faster and harder the sand falls. The ladder seems to go on forever, tens of feet up an endless wall. The better you work together, the closer the top seems. No matter how well you collaborate, they're at least 50 feet high.

When you’ve fought your way through the sand and reached the top of the ladder, you finally see it: the sand is coming in through the open windows of a steeple. You can’t see where it’s from, not really. You can’t see much of anything, but it’s clear: the only way out is, well, out. You have to jump, trusting that yourself and your companion will be safe.

Once free, you land together outside of one of the buildings or rooms you were trying to enter, like nothing happened at all. It’s a calm day, after all.

Memories of the living
Content warning: Cemetery, contemplating mortality

Dusk settles purple over Wellstone. Early stars are out, the moon is thin, and you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the graveyard. You can resist, but the more days you do, the harder it gets. The graveyard is calling to you in a voice you can’t hear.

While it seems small before you enter, once you start walking through the crumbling graves, it seems to stretch endlessly. You pass elaborate dust-covered crypts carved with strange angels; bleached wooden crosses overgrown with cacti; a crumbling old well, long gone dry; worn-down headstones jut at odd angles. Some graves have old offerings on them, brightly colored beads or candles or framed photos, sun-bleached beyond recognition.

You may have been walking for five minutes or fifty, but when you look around, you can’t see to find the exit. You hear howling, and see the flicker of lights from behind the graves, but you can never find their source, no matter how much you look. No matter how long you spend in the graveyard, the sun never seems to sink lower in the sky. An oppressive sense of being watched grows to the point that you whip around, expecting to find someone there until—

You do. You find each other. Others drawn here to the graveyard, walking among the crumbling stones, will end up by the same headstones. Exploring together eases the watchful feeling just a little, but it won’t help you get out. No, you’re looking for something. The exit? No, you’re sure there’s something more important than that.

If you follow your impulses, you may just find it: a gravestone, weathered, old, with a familiar name on it: yours. Your date of birth can be visible, but the date of death is too weathered to read. You may find an offering there, something small and meaningful to you, a small shiny coin or some bright beads.

Once you find your grave, when you look up, you’ll see the exit. You’re really not that far from it, after all, the rusted iron arch barely a stone's throw feet away. Your companion won’t see it yet. You can make a dash for it, get out of this awful place, or help your companion find their own gravestone. When your companion finds their stone, they will also be able to see the exit. Exiting together will alleviate the impulse to come back to this place. Leaving alone will only draw you back, making it more difficult to find your grave again.

You can take the offerings left on your grave if you want, but the sense of being watched will only grow greater until you’re compelled to return them, and leave another offering of your own.

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Mayoi Ayase | Ensemble Stars!!

[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-01-04 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

[Something isn't right. Mayoi can't seem to shake that feeling. It's beyond the obvious, because there is something irrevocably wrong with his present situation. The sun is too hot on his skin, he feels like he's wilting, even inside, these clothes don't feel exactly right, the style is strange, and he doesn't recall much of anything other than his name and a faint tune he can't quite catch, just constantly out of his reach.]

[But no, there is something much worse under it all, and Mayoi can't grasp it. It's a dread that seems to be simmering under his skin. A terror, the feeling of ice running through his veins the moment he thinks he might have it, but then gone again, leaving him with the after shocks of something. Something he should be afraid of, something he should have in the back of his mind that he doesn't.]

[Just the fear that he's forgetting something important and whatever it is, it's a matter of life or death.]

[Standing, seemingly dissociating in the lobby of the hotel, Mayoi stands, staring at the floor with his eyes slowly widening until--]


Hiiieeeauugh!

[It's a pained shriek and he doubles over, cupping his face as blood all but pours out of his nose and ears. Shocked tears well up in his eyes and he lets out a few more pained, startled, pathetic little noises.]

[...p-please help him...]



Idol Shoes


[He's recovered from his incident in the hotel lobby, and while he still feels a little frazzled, he's managed to find some means of settling down. Something tells him this is probably his default-- his baseline. Just ..always a little on edge for reasons he's unsure of. It's fine, it feels manageable.]

[He doesn't care for crowds, but after wandering a bit aimlessly, he needs to take shelter once more from the sun and he finds his way inside, hat tipped down and keeping his eyes away from anyone who might be looking at him. He orders something to drink, something gentle like an unsweetened green tea and finally takes a moment to enjoy it. It's like magic the way the tension finally oozes out of him.]

[So, it's no surprise he winds up on the dance floor. And that he becomes a a demon in black snake skinned boots.]


Come, come take my haaaand~ It isn't so hard, see? Follow my lead and we'll dance until oblivion, fufufu!

[His grin is wide and his teeth are sharp but, it looks fun, doesn't it? Take his hand, come on, you know you want to.]


Memories


[Maybe the feeling of being watched doesn't get to you, but it's hard to ignore the absolutely haunting sound of singing coming from within the graveyard somewhere. There's no words, at least none that can be made out, Mayoi is just singing from the heart and it absolutely sounds like something a ghost would be belting.]

[He looks a little like a lost spirit, anyway, just normally, but even more so with him sitting upon his grave, holding what looks to be a single playing card and he wails into the night. If you're sneaky enough, he won't see you coming. Or maybe you wait for him to finish his song? He's having a moment, either way.]
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prayererror: (then please delude me too)

arrival!!

[personal profile] prayererror 2023-01-04 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[wtf

whys this human leaking????

Dimos tips his head to one side, but he's already unwinding the bandages from around one arm, the cleanest on his body, and moves to wad them up into something that can be used to clean up the mess.
]

Do not panic. You are not alone, and I am here to assist.

[It's what....


It's what? What a strange thought. But he's going to offer his help all the same.
]
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[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-01-04 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Wow his head is pounding and he kind of wants to scream, but there is also this horrible feeling in his sinuses and this kind of hot wetness in his hands and--]

[Oh. OH.]


I-I-I-!!

[Don't panic????? Mayoi only knows how to panic, thanks. He starts hyperventilating.]

W-What happened, what--!?
prayererror: (if you really were born to deceive)

[personal profile] prayererror 2023-01-04 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
I do not know what happened. I just noticed that you were bleeding, and this is not ideal. Especially from the ears. Please sit.

[This amount of bandaging isn't going to cut it. Never mind the eternal quandary of his apparent drive to help; he'll confront that later, along with the apparent memory wipe that's happened. He knows only that he is inorganic, and that this is something that can happen to him.

More important is keeping this man from bleeding out. Off come the bandages from his other arm, dull red scarring winding around both wrists and lower arms, and he motions at the ground.
]

I can wrap your head, to help with your ears. Do not tip your head back. Are you in pain? [All droned out as he attempts to dab with the gauze bundle. Worst comes to worst, he can still repurpose the bandaging around his waist, though...That's not ideal. Who wants dick bandages, even if they're purely for hiding cosmetic injury?]
rottencactus: (132)

[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-01-04 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Dick bandages are certainly tOO BOLD for their fated amnesiac first meeting. Maybe the front desk has some first aid? Will either of them think to ask? Probably not.]

A-Ah ... [Yes, okay, he can take orders. He sits down on one of the lobby chairs. He seems have stopped actually bleeding and is just a mess now. He leans forward just a bit and tries to refrain from sniffing.]

I ..y-yes. My ...my head is pounding but ...I think it is easing now. I'm sorry for- for troubling you...
prayererror: ("they're not alike at all are they?")

[personal profile] prayererror 2023-01-04 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
You are not troubling me. It would not do for you to bleed to death in this place.

[Time to start cleaning up that mess. He'll gently cup Mayoi's head with one hand and wipe at the blood with the other, staring very intently at him as if that'll unlock secrets of the universe somehow.]

Do you typically do this? Is this a health condition you have? We will get you water once you are clean and feeling up to walking.

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thinkfirst: (concern | be careful | worry)

memories!!

[personal profile] thinkfirst 2023-01-04 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Flynn's sort of entranced.

He hovers just next to a falling-down angel, her face worn away by sand and time, wondering. Is it a ghost after all? Are ghosts even real? Do ghosts perch themselves on their own graves and sing mournful-sounding death songs? Is this what he's been looking for? His skin feels rubbed raw, like he's been standing in the wind and sand all day. Every nerve prickles, every hair on his body up on end, but that's not new: Flynn felt this way the moment he stepped into this place, and it's only gotten worse.

He might look like a ghost himself, dressed as he is in a white shirt and pale jeans, hatless and blonde, an unmoving spot of light amid the dust. He should keep looking, he thinks absently, but the song seems to be winding down, coming to a halt, and as it does, Flynn—tired, footsore and spooked and a little sun-addled—blurts out without really thinking about it,
]

You aren't a ghost, are you?
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1/2

[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-01-04 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
E-EEK!

[An easily startled ghost, if he is one. Mayoi topples right off his grave stone and hits the ground with a graceless thud.]
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2/2

[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-01-04 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[He scrambles back up fast enough, ducking behind the gravestone to peer out at Flynn. He definitely seems more afraid of him than the other way around.]

I-I'm sorry! I'm ...I'm ...not unlike ... a hideous phantom but- but I am flesh and blood...
thinkfirst: (skit | alarmed | oh no)

[personal profile] thinkfirst 2023-01-04 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry!

[ Flynn bursts out over the shriek, but the poor ghost— man— really he is trailing fabric!— is already falling off his perch, so it's really too little too late. He makes a move to help, but freezes, his eyes wide. His heart is thundering against his own ribs. This place is awful, and the profusion of graves is awful, and he is so very on-edge. ]

I... didn't mean to imply that you looked anything like a hideous phantom! That was, um. It was a nice song. Are you alright?
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[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-01-04 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[No, its okay you can stay over there spooky stranger...]

N-No... its okay ...I am fine...

[Slowly, he will stand up so that he's not crouched behind his own grave stone. He lifts the veil draping over his hat so he can look at Flynn a little better, and so, Flynn can see him, too. His eyes are kind of bright, in a weird way, but he's mostly just a startled, pale teenager.]

Thank you... I can't ...seem to remember the words but ...but it felt important. It wanted out.

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simplefarmboy: (I made this whole world shine for you)

Arrival

[personal profile] simplefarmboy 2023-01-04 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[There's the sound of a scream and Clark's body moves on instinct.

Mayoi might see a blur of red and blue through his cupped hands but it's gone just as fast as it arrived.

Except that's not all that's changed. Mayoi's nose and ears might feel a little stuffed up. ...It looks like someone stuffed cotton swabs into them?

And he's not on the floor anymore? He's laying on a couch in the lounge wrapped up in a bright red blanket.

There's also a piece of paper laying on the blanket at his chest. It simply reads.

"It's okay. You're safe now. Just relax."

Clark on the other hand, breaths a sigh of relief around the corner just outside the room. Jeez that was stressful.]
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3/3

[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-01-04 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[...................???????????????????????????????????????]
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3/4 oops sorry now done

[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-01-04 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
E-EEEEEH!??!?

[What happened?? What happened!? Where is he!!?! Why is he!?!? How-]

[Oh.]

[The blanket is kind of nice, though...]
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done FOR REAL

[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-01-04 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Like a weighted blanket actually...]

[Maybe he will just take a nap like this.]
simplefarmboy: (C'mon I've been waiting for you)

[personal profile] simplefarmboy 2023-01-05 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Clark wasn't exactly sure if that would work. But he feels a little relieved to hear the screaming die down and- It almost sounds like the guy is relaxing.

Maybe he did make the right call after all. He debates leaving him be- but there's another part of him wants to be sure that he's okay.

So Clark steps into the lounge and tries to look really casual about all this. Look! There's a window! Don't mind him as he looks out it. And that's the ceiling. It sure looks like a ceiling.]

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Memories

[personal profile] thequeenhimself 2023-01-04 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[The haunting song sent a chill down his spine.

Oliver Queen knew how to be quiet, and not even the boots nor the desert sands could fully obstruct him. The foreign landscape they all had become ensnared in had lit his nerves up like holiday lights-- it was an adrenaline rush, but also a sense of being ill at ease.

He couldn't just let it be.]


Hey, kid.

[He called softly when the boy took a pause. The song was amazing to listen to, but:]

You doing all right? Singing like that makes it sound like you're going through it. But, we also don't know what's out here.

It's probably not smart to just sing in the dark when we don't even know where we're at.
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[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-01-04 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He jumps, though not as badly as ...he could have. He snaps his attention to the direction of the voice, looking for it's source, finally settling on the stranger that's approached him. Mayoi reaches up to brush away the long black veil thats draped over his hat to get a better look.]

[Because that certainly makes him look less of a ghost.]


A-Ah...? Oh...

[There's a pause and he slides delicately off of the grave stone, holding the playing card to his chest.]

...Is it worth being worried when I might already be dead...?

[He turns his gaze back to the grave stone, looking at the named etched in the stone. "礼瀬 マヨイ", it says.]
thequeenhimself: (listen up)

[personal profile] thequeenhimself 2023-01-04 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Oliver followed the gesture, eyes glancing over the foreign characters before offering a shrug. Whatever language it was, it wasn't one he understood. The symbolism, however, was crystal clear.]

I think we all could say the same thing.

[He said with an oddly casual tone, turning his gaze on the other gravestones all around them. He gestured off to the side, where several rows over there was a gravestone that had an arrow pierced into the ground at its feet.]

That one's mine. I don't know what it all means, but one guy's already gotten sick.

[A shrug. Oliver cast the kid a serious look.]

Don't you think it's a little weird for a dead guy to get sick? I do. In my book, that's a pretty good reason to try and stay safe.
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[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-01-04 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[He does have a point, not even Mayoi can refute that. He falls quiet for a moment, looking down at the card in his hands. It's the ace of clubs. Silently, he kneels down to put it back where he found it. It wasn't good luck to just take things from graves after all.]

...I-I suppose. I suppose there is no reason for me to stay, even if I am some kind of detestable ghoul.

[He will linger for a moment, before he reaches up to his ear and takes out one of his large, silver earrings.]

...Are you superstitious by chance?

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arrival

[personal profile] hedonistic 2023-01-08 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[The shrieking is one thing; Kagari feels like he doesn't particularly have an objection to the loudness, somehow, like maybe he's a Loud sort of person himself, in more senses of the word than one.

It's just that, like most people are wont to do when they hear screaming, he turned to see what the fuss was about and saw this guy suddenly explode into a font of blood?]


Uh, what the fuck?

[Sorry there is no helpfulness forthcoming here, at least not yet. He's just morbidly transfixed on this macabre display. It ... reminds him of something, but unlike the other things he seems to have familiarity with, like a wide variety of cliches and tropes across various media that he can't remember ever having personally consumed, this familiarity slips and slides away whenever he tries to get his hands around it.]
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[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-01-09 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Do you know what makes Mayoi neurotic? Being looked at. Did he know this before now? Probably not. It turns out, having that suddenly light up your nerves on top of the general misery of exploding blood from his face makes for a very unpleasant time.]

I-I don't- I can't-

[Hahaha, what does he do? How does he fix this? He doesn't even know what happened and his head is still pounding, but everything is screaming at him to escape. To escape and hide.]

[So he decides to try and do that, but he gets exactly two steps before his vision swims and he hits the ground.]
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[personal profile] hedonistic 2023-01-09 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Everything happens so much.

Kagari would've really, really preferred this to have not become his problem, but despite the nagging certainty at the back of his mind that he's a shitty person, he can't just up and walk away, either. Inconvenient nuances to learn about yourself.

Reluctantly, he reaches forward and ... nudges Mayoi with a boot.]


...Yo, you still alive down there?
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[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-01-09 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
[The sound Mayoi makes is a pained, pathetic little uuuuuuue.]

[The bleeding looks really concerning at a glance, but it seems like it's actually stopped, and didn't do much more than that initial burst. He's a mess, but he's not still losing blood.]


P-Please ...please regard me as if you would rotting wood... I-I'm fine...

[He is absolutely not fine, but he is trying to peel himself off the ground at least.]
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