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2.0 Test Drive Meme

2.0 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. This month, there is a strong possibility that those old west style clothes include a pair of jorts or daisy dukes.

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 May onward, and can happen concurrently with other events during May and June. This will be the only TDM for April, May, and June.

Applications are open April 26th until May 1st, and May 27th until June 1st. Invites are available for friends of current players.

All-Night Diner
Content warnings: feelings of euphoria and mild intoxication, exhaustion

There’s banner over the diner's doorway reading Welcome!, with colorful flags drooping in the heat. Inside, the waiter greets you with a wide smile and an announcement:

“Welcome to the Stardust Diner! Pie’s on the house today. Have a seat.”

During the day, the diner is just that: a diner. You can get anything on the very extensive menu, including prickly pear lemonade. The pie is free, and everything else is put on the tab for your room that will never come due, probably. It seems like a shame to eat that pie all alone! Accepting a piece of pie makes you feel like you should share this moment with someone. Luckily all the booths are plush and open, and it’s easy to plop down with a stranger to share this special moment.

At night, the mood shifts. The diner’s neon sign is a beacon against the thick darkness, beckoning you in with blinking lights and a line of text reading FORGET YOUR WORRIES. Inside, country-swing music rolls in time with throbbing red lights. The tables have been pushed aside to make room for a makeshift sticky dance floor, and the atmosphere is intoxicating.

It’s as easy as anything to be swept along with the vibes, the dancing, the intensity of it all. When you start dancing, you really do forget your worries. You forget that you don’t know how you got here and that you don’t may not even know the person beside you; you forget that you’re supposed to be anywhere else except here. Everything feels briefly perfect and beautiful, meant to be, no matter what else is happening to you.

When you stumble outside, it will be dawn, no matter how long you think you’ve been there, and you’ll be exhausted enough to simply curl up right there in the sand and fall asleep. Hope you made a friend kind enough to drag you home, or that someone wakes you up!

tl;dr:
  • The diner is open and the pie is free.
  • If you get a slice of pie, you feel compelled to share it with someone.
  • At night, the diner transforms into essentially a nightclub. The vibes are intoxicating and you can forget all your worries and dance the night away.
  • You can only leave at dawn, and your body will be exhausted. Better get help getting back to your room!

Something’s Coming
Content warnings: blood, blood-sucking, monsters

A few hours after dusk, strange creatures begin to scurry from shadow to shadow, chasing after anything that moves: chupacabras. Large ones. They’re big creatures, the size of large dogs with spikes down their spines and tails, dark and hairless with fearsome teeth. They are everywhere, and they are hungry.

They are indiscriminate in who they try to bite: the biggest among you is just as at risk as the smallest, but the bigger you are, the more of them might come for the fight. No matter where you are, there’s a risk: they seem adept at making their way into buildings. You might find one looming over your bed, resting on your chest, getting ready to bite; one might slip into the diner while you’re dancing and latch on when you’ve forgotten to be concerned.

If a chupacabra manages to bite you, it will suck your blood, and it won’t stop until you’re completely drained unless you do something about it. Having your blood sucked by one is not a pleasant experience, it’s excruciatingly painful and the creatures will do their best to keep you prone while eating their fill. The more they drink, the more exhausted you’ll get, until it’s very difficult to fight them off.

They can be killed or scared off, but the further they are into a fight or into their meal, the harder they are to get rid of. If a chupacabra has latched on to you, you’ll need help escaping!

tl;dr:
  • Chupacabras strike the town at dusk.
  • They want to suck your blood, and are indiscriminate in who they attack. They will try and drain you completely.
  • They can be fought or scared off. It's easier to get rid of them if you have a pal.



The Walls Have Eyes
Content warnings: eyes, trypophobia

There are eyes everywhere. They peer out of cracks in walls, the floor, the grout in your shower, an open cut in your skin. There are even eyes in the craters on the moon, staring down at you unblinking.

These eyes seem familiar, even if you don’t remember them. You feel like you do. You feel a heavy weight settle over you when you look at them, guilt curdling in the pit of your gut.

The eyes belong to someone, or someones, who you’ve hurt or let down. They belong to your greatest mistake, to someone who you left behind, to someone who you regret. The same eyes over and over again, or the eyes of many who you’ve hurt, watching you, judging you, pleading for you to save them or apologize or make up for the mistakes you may not even remember making. You just know that you made them. They eyes don't lie.

The more you ignore these eyes, the more they seem to encroach on you: appearing in the walls, following you around corners, in the creases of your knuckles, the fold of your sheets. They replace the eyes of the people around you, the same eyes staring at you from everywhere you look.

Your skin itches with the constant feeling of being watched. Your head feels tight, and your own eyes feel too full, like there’s too much of you inside your skin. You’d do anything to get away from this feeling.

Soon enough, the mounting pressure explodes: you have to confront them and your guilt and your mistakes, and beg for the forgiveness they’re asking of you. Even if you don’t remember what those mistakes were, or why you should feel guilty, you have to tell someone. If you don't, the feeling will only mount, until all you can see are eyes. Eyes, just eyes.

tl;dr:
  • The eyes of someone(s) who embodies your regret appear in the cracks of the world around you.
  • The more you ignore the eyes, the more of them appear, and the more you feel an intense, heavy sense of guilt.
  • The guilt you feel can be based on things you remember, or things you don't. If it's based on things you don't know, your head will also hurt.
  • The eyes will ease if you admit your guilt, to the best of your ability. Tell someone your guilt, and the eyes will recede.
  • If you don't, your whole world will become eyes.



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all-night diner

[personal profile] thefreak 2023-04-21 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
( Sorry, Vax, Eddie is definitely not the incomparable Vex'ahlia, but he is roaming the town in search of something to do just for the excuse of not being stuck in his room. Just as he's contemplating heading towards the diner to see if he can't grab a light night snack, a not so familiar shape is shambling towards him. Eddie isn't armed, but he goes on the defensive anyway.

It isn't until enough light reveals Vax to be, well, he shouldn't say not a threat, but he isn't a monster so that's good enough for Eddie, and so he lets himself relax long enough to recognize that Vax looks a little worse for wear.
)

Hey man, you okay?

( When it looks like the half-elf is about to fall onto his face, Eddie automatically rushes to his side to catch him. ) Shit, shit, shit, let's get you somewhere safe.
thinkfirst: (concerned | worry | get ready)

1-ish

[personal profile] thinkfirst 2023-04-21 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Flynn wakes slowly with the sun streaming bright and heavy into his room, painting the backs of his eyelids red. He wrinkles his nose, tries to turn away from it and roll away from the ache in his body. Everything hurts. He must have been sleeping... wrong...

Except, no. That isn't right. It shouldn't be so bright in here. The bed shouldn't be so large: he opens his eyes to a pillow and sheets beside him, and silence, thick and heavy, and a room he hasn't seen in two months. The world outside is whole and hale; the walls are here. Yuri is nowhere to be found. Flynn has fire in his eyes and fear on his tongue, and his head is hazy and aching, and his limbs feel sluggish. He stumbles up out of bed, turns the wrong way into the bathroom out of habit and curses under his breath.

The sink, filled with cold water, is only very little relief when he plunges his entire head into it and comes up sopping and clear-eyed and confused, staring at his own reflection. His knuckles are white against the porcelain.
]

This is wrong.

[ He tells his reflection, frowning.

By the time he has put his hair back into order and gotten himself dressed and poked his way cautious and confused out of his room (his room, not Yuri's), and then through the hallways and down to the lobby, nothing makes any more sense. No one else seems to understand what happened to the storm or the sand or the dust or the darkness, and everything seems perfectly fine, like maybe that last awful month was a prolonged, shared kind of nightmare, except—

at the flash of familiar red hair against washed stone he still freezes, his heart suddenly slamming rabbit-quick into his ribs. Cecelia.

Real Cecelia? Proper Cecelia? She's taking notes, it looks like, scribbling in her notebook—

He makes a small, startled sound, and his boot scuffs against the ground, just enough to alert to his presence, and then swallows around his own roiling fear and tries not to think about the way his body had felt, and why he's here, and how he could possibly be here, standing there.

It's just Cecelia. She'll know what's going on. It has to be the real her.
]

Cecelia—

[ his voice is choked all the same. ]
mediaphobic: (pout)

1/2

[personal profile] mediaphobic 2023-04-21 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
I'm thirty one.

[and that wasn't that old! ]
mediaphobic: (tired of this shit)

2/2

[personal profile] mediaphobic 2023-04-21 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
And like I said; if I had more details, all of this would be a very different story.

[he heaved a sigh.]

I've only been here for about two months. Others have been here for a little longer-- try looking for that girl, Cecelia. She seems to know everything.

None of us remember a damn thing about our lives, but we don't know what else we have in common. Besides being here, that is.
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-04-21 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[her eyes sharpen.] The graveyard? You're certain? I encountered no such man myself, but then, I never got that far...
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[personal profile] notidealist 2023-04-21 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, yeah. [Her noise is meaningless and his reply means just as little. Wolfwood gets through the door and slams back against it to keep it shut. He sets her on her feet as he lets her notepad drop from his mouth. He snatches it out of the air before it can hit the ground.

The notepad is intact as he puffs and curses under his breath. What the fuck are worms? What did that even mean?]
This is too much bullshit.

[He wipes her notepad off and offers it to her.]
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[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-04-21 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Mm. I trailed him once, and saw him go back into my grave.

[He frowns a little, realization hitting.]

They ...may yet still be there...
sighsheavily: (pic#14667797)

[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-04-21 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[it's the last few pages of this notebook, because the rest are in tact. she has to make note of what's happened, link it to these etchings from the past, or else it--

?!

hearing someone nearby is one thing, but the struggling noises and the sudden sound of her own name in a dreadfully familiar tone is another thing entirely.

her stomach drops and skin goes cold.]


...No. [absolutely not. Flynn? here?

Flynn is dead. she watched it happen. the woman with her face did it.

that means he's a specter, right? come to torment? to shame? as he should, but all the same--

her eyes well up against her better wishes, and while her mouth opens and closes, no sound comes out. all she can do is shake her head.]
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[personal profile] notidealist 2023-04-21 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a moment of silence. He thinks back but he doesn't try to force it. An orphanage.

Watch over Vash. A red piece of paper and people with masks clapping. But no words. Nothing of substance. Except-]


...think someone is doing this? [Bright lights. Bright lights and pain.]

Seems like whatever gear is on us gets taken too.
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[personal profile] thinkfirst 2023-04-21 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Admittedly, I'm not familiar with the taste of keys.

[ Is he stalling? He's the one who introduced the possibility of there being keys in this pie, and now the thought haunts him. He doesn't want to bite into metal, no matter how tasty it may or may not be...

carefully, he presses his fork tines-down into the pie, first near the tip, then the center, then the crust.

It sinks through each time. Flynn laughs in something like relief and also a little at himself, looking up at his companion.
]

It looks like I'm not a winner, either. Or that we're both winners. Would... you like me to get you another slice?
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[personal profile] foundpurpose 2023-04-21 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[He feels hazy like he's staring at the world through a fog. Vax grabs for the nearest wall. He grabs the edge just as Eddie reaches him. Between them they keep him from eating dirt.]

Did you...see the diner at night? [It's a question. Questions keep the mind running. He leans on his helper a bit.] I went looking inside and...feels like all my worries went away. For a bit.
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-04-21 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[she shakes her head slightly.]

While the damage to the building is not? I'm not so sure...

What have you seen so far? I've...only just woken up.
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-04-21 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Ohh... [now she's upright again. where is she. why is she. everything's swirly...

dimly, she recognizes a familiar shape in her line of sight and it prompts her to touch and lightly take it.

it slips out of her fingers and drops, freeing her hand up to fumble and clutch at the arm near her as she herself starts to topple, faint.]
Oh, I-- hh-!!
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something's coming

[personal profile] thinkfirst 2023-04-21 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
There were!

[ Flynn snaps, more out of fear and adrenaline than anger. He'd been prepared to duck, or run, or skid his way toward what looks like the remains of a barrel he swears he already took apart. His hands feel empty, and he doesn't know what he'd do if he got a weapon into them anyway. It's like his skills are gone. He feels more vulnerable than ever, even here with a stranger with a piece of wood beside him. What good is a piece of wood against those awful things?

It feels wrong, in a sick, twisting sort of way, to straighten and press himself a little behind the stranger, but what else can he do? He can't defend himself, and he shouldn't even be here.
]

They're gone. Everything is. Or, it's back—on your left!

[ Another thing is leaping at his new companion, teeth bared. Flynn's heart is like a drum against his ribs. ]
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[personal profile] goldenscarred 2023-04-21 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[He's swung about behind her easily, and then one takes her down quickly, all happening so fast he barely has time to react before she's kicking it off again. What's she even trying to do? A stand-off of her with nothing versus two supernatural creatures? Just so he can get away?

There's parts of himself he doesn't remember. But being a coward doesn't seem to be one of them, since he doesn't even consider leaving her behind despite the command.
]

I'm not leaving!

[So he... squares up? Like he's going to fist fight them?]
thinkfirst: (confused | huh | really?)

2, morning

[personal profile] thinkfirst 2023-04-21 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ It is not polite to stare. Flynn knows this—he knows this! it's a fact of life, like that water is wet and that it's better for you to get up with the sun no matter how many people complain about that fact—and yet there he is, slowing from his morning jog to a complete halt to stare wide-eyed at the man— at the horse— at the horse-and-man jumble?—currently collapsed in front of the diner.

(Strange, still, to see the diner whole and hale and full of food, like it had never fallen to heartbreaking pieces. Flynn's gaze flicks to it every few seconds, like he expects it to fall away again).

He hasn't made any more sense of the jumble of limbs when said jumble starts to talk, and given that he can't exactly ask excuse me sir are you trapped on top of a horse, do you need help finding your legs he says, a little mystified,
]

You really shouldn't— um, it's not safe to... sleep there. The sun is only going to get worse. You'll burn.
mediaphobic: (huge scarf)

[personal profile] mediaphobic 2023-04-21 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
To what purpose?

[There was nothing in his memory that he could access that made sense. The only guidance he had was a cool, steady rationality that was as steady as the bedrock upon which the desert sat.]

Our gear definitely gets taken, [he confirmed, not voicing the consistent discomfort he felt at not having the voluminous scarf he knew to be his main weapon around. The ropes were a passable replacement, but they were not as fluid to move.]
thinkfirst: (concerned | worry | get ready)

[personal profile] thinkfirst 2023-04-21 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
It is you.

[ Flynn's voice is dripping with relief; all his doubts flee the moment her face crumples. The other Cecelia, the one who—

(his mind won't go there; it's a hazy thing, for now, less because of this place and more a device of his own mind to protect him)

She's shaking her head, and she looks stricken and pale and awful, and Flynn knows that they're in the middle of a public place but he's here and she is here, and that's what matters, because if Cecelia is here then they'll be find because she will figure it out, and it's that which finally propels him forward across the stone, almost stumbling with relief until he's close enough to grasp at her forearms, looking over her face, concern warring with everything else.
]

It's you, isn't it, not the— do you know what happened— are you alright?
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[personal profile] rottencactus 2023-04-21 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[That's a fair point. He would ...like to go and take a look at the graveyard again.]

Ah ...nothing much. I found myself in the lobby, being told about my reservation ...only to then find my room in tact. That was when you saw me down the hall, looking for footholds...

[He sighs a little, rubbing at his face, stifling a yawn.]

I have no energy this time of the day ...but I would like to go look around after some breakfast.
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-04-21 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[as he gets closer, Cecelia's eyes widen like a frightened animal. with her breath caught in her throat, she tenses up, recoiling from reach out of reflex, as if being touched would be physically painful. she tightly hugs her arms to herself.]

No, no, you... [her mind races, gaze flickering past him, about the place, back at him.] That would mean...it didn't happen. [think faster.] Hallucination? Delusion? No--
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iii

[personal profile] inhairently 2023-04-21 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
( Steve doesn't recognize the eyes that follow him. They remind him a little of his own but older, colder. Disappointed. There's something about them that makes him feel very, very small. A part of him feels like maybe he'd like to tell them where they can shove it, maybe tell them to fuck right off, but an embarrassingly louder part of him feels compelled to beg for forgiveness.

For what? He couldn't say.

It's his fault when someone runs into him because he's the dumbass who stops abruptly, right in his tracks. It's just the eyes are suddenly too much and he tries to escape their judgmental stares by screwing his own eyes shut, but even then he can still feel them watching.

He takes a few steps forward and spins around to face the offending runner-into-er. (That's a word.) It's just... a guy, and honestly? It's kind of a relief to face a new set of eyes.

Still, it doesn't stop Steve from screwing his face into something like a frown.
)

Yeah, that makes two of us, ( he grumbles, running a hand through his hair. There's an edge of irritation but it's soft, because he knows it's undeserved. Besides, this guy looks pretty much how he feels so Steve figures he ought to cut him some slack. ) You good, man?

( Like, clearly not, but. Y'know. Sometimes you have to ask. )
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2023-04-21 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[it would behoove her to ask what the hell he means by 'footholds,' but honestly? she's certain there are more important things at-hand.

like the potential of evil doubles still afoot. other things like that.]


...I suppose that would be wise. [breakfast, that is.

she looks down at the gift he'd gone to the trouble of preparing.]


I'll need instruction on how best to prepare this, as well.
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[personal profile] fellthroughtheworld 2023-04-21 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[The way he says that causes Ruby to freeze. Hoo boy had he hit the wrong button with her. She approaches again- This time moving to grab him by the collar. There are tears running down her cheeks as she pulls him closer. She is acting more instinct than anything- ignoring the eyes as best she can. Which only makes it worse.]

If you want to keep it that way. Stay away from me.

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[personal profile] thinkfirst 2023-04-21 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, it hurts to see her recoil. Flynn freezes where he is, looking over her face, trying to understand. None of the pieces seem to fit: the hotel is whole. The sun is shining. Yuri is nowhere to be found, and he is alive. Cecelia is herself, and she is terrified, and talking about delusions.

Flynn swallows, uncertain.
]

I... think it did.

[ If... she's talking about what he thinks she is, which is his world going red-hot and painful and then suddenly, finally black. ]
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[personal profile] notidealist 2023-04-21 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, come on. [Wolfwood abandons bracing the door. He steadies her with one arm.]

Don’t pass out. I can’t bandage that with you eating floor.
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