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Well Mod ([personal profile] wellie) wrote in [community profile] wellcome2023-04-20 02:05 pm
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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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eddie munson — stranger things

[personal profile] thefreak 2023-04-21 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
i. arrival

( This place feels strange in the sense that this is precisely where he feels like he needs to be, but at the same time, he doesn't remember why he needs to be here. What he does know is that he has not a clue of where else he should be, so it seems like his best course of action is to stick around. Besides, apparently he has a reservation, and who is he to argue otherwise?

Edward Munson, or Eddie as he's much more likely to answer to, steps out of the hotel like a man on a mission. What that mission is, even Eddie doesn't seem to know, as he pauses to look at the stretch of land before him. Those who spot him might take notice of the curly dark brown hair nestled under a rather fashionable Stetson. They might also notice that Eddie is dressed in all black: black shirt, black gloves, black coat, black pants, even his boots are black. Whether that's part of a fashion statement or evidence of an overall dislike of color remains to be seen.

But he does look every bit the outlaw, and for those purporting to be the law of the land, they might want to keep an eye on this one.
)

Right, let's get a little lost, then, shall we?

ii. all-night diner

( Who can resist free pie? Free anything, really, and so it's no surprise that Eddie is shoving his face full of pie. It's so good! He looks over at the poor soul sitting diagonally across the diner from him, still in the process of finishing the bite he just took. )

This is some really good pie, seriously, you've gotta try this.

( Hope you're ready to spend the next few hours here eating pie with Eddie, because he has no plans on leaving anytime soon. Not even when the diner seems to shift gears to becoming a little more in tune with the nightlife. )

iii. the walls have eyes

( There's no mistaking whose eyes are staring back at him as Eddie tries to tear his own eyes away from the accusatory gaze. Eddie feels frozen in place, his throat closing up as he stumbles backwards.

Even looking away doesn't seem to help, though, because there they are again.

He can't even blame this one a drug trip, goddammit. He's sober as can be, but he'll never forget those eyes, or who they belong to. Chrissy Cunningham, still dressed in her cheer uniform, waiting in his trailer. He might not remember much else, but there's no way in hell he'd forget the way her body contorted right there in his living room.

And now all Eddie wants to do is the exact same thing that he did when he witnessed her gruesome death.

He runs. Runs, right into some other poor soul.
)

Shit, I'm so fucking sorry, I'm really not having a good day.

( And there are her eyes again, judging him menacingly from the corner of his vision. )

iv. wildcard

( If none of these are to your fancy, please feel free to suggest something else. pm or [plurk.com profile] metalheads if you want to plot something else out. )
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[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] thefreak 2023-04-25 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
( Eddie doesn't recognize the voice, and he's too busy trying to catch his breath to catch notice of who exactly ran into him. But, he is relieved for a moment because it's just the right kind of distraction to make him forget about those wide, accusatory eyes.

At least, for now. This place seems to have a way of digging into Eddie's skin and forcing him to pay attention.
)

Yeah, um, peachy. ( It isn't until he's fully recovered his breath and his pulse is back to just above baseline that he takes in who exactly bumped into him. )

You've gotta be fucking kidding me. ( Him? Steve Harrington. Granted, all Eddie remembers of the douchebag is how good he looked in a speedo the one time Eddie decided to crash a swim meet, and the way he had a tendency to make people feel invisible if they weren't a part of the popular crowd. )

This place really is trying to torture me.
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[personal profile] hollow_man 2023-04-27 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well. At least they have the same fashion sense - Jono is also pulling a Johnny Cash and wearing black from head to toe. A black bandana covers the lower part of his face. Mostly; sometimes when he shifts a strange light peeks out from underneath.

He shrugs with all the sullen grace of a James Dean. When he speaks, it is not aloud - it is telepathy, plain and simple.

Somehow, he still has a British accent.]


~I don't think I can. Love the hat, by the way.~