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February 2025 Test Drive Meme
FEBRUARY 2025 TDM
PROMPT ONE — ARRIVAL: METHUSELAH'S FEAST: A new group of arrivals find themselves lost in the frozen wilds and vulnerable to the dangers of nature. With luck, they make it to the town of Milton, and to a friendly face offering food, warmth and shelter — and the current inhabitants, their fellow survivors.
PROMPT TWO — WINTER'S BITE: Tales of superstition from the Northern Territories appear to come to light in the form of fearsome creatures made of ice and bone.
PROMPT THREE — FROZEN HEARTS: A strange, new affliction causes Interlopers to find themselves figuratively and literally turning to ice, and there's only one way of saving them.
ARRIVAL: METHUSELAH'S FEAST
WHEN: Start of the month.
WHERE: Milton, Milton Outskirts.
CONTENT WARNINGS: potential animal attacks, potential injuries, potential cold injuries/hyperthermia risk.
'You are the Interloper. You are not part of nature’s design.'
It’s the last thing you hear. A dark, deep voice. Impossibly ancient. You feel afraid. Maybe you’re dreaming, maybe you’re wide awake. You saw the lights, and then your world went dark. But you hear it in the blackness, you won’t forget those words.
These are the words of the Darkwalker, you’ll soon come to find.
You awaken. You are not where you were before. It’s different for everyone, there doesn’t seem to be much of a pattern in where you find yourself. You may open your eyes to find yourself in a cold, dim and dank cabin. The air is stale, dust hangs in the rays of weak sunlight that shine through the tiny windows. Someone lived here once, but they aren’t to be found. This place has been ransacked, abandoned long ago. It is quiet. The wood creaks around you.
Or perhaps you may awaken to find yourself shivering in the yawning maw of a cave, the freezing stone below you. Or maybe you’re unfortunate enough to sit up to find yourself lying in the snow, in the middle of the wilderness. Snow lies thick around you. It’s freezing out. You haven’t felt a cold like this before in your entire life. Cruel and biting. You have no idea where you are, and what’s worse — you are completely alone.
The daylight is thin. Hours are few. It will get dark soon.
You may feel different, too. Any powers or magics you may have feel... absent. Disconnected. Things that may not have affected you previously now do. Something in you has changed.
You know you can’t stay where you are. You’ll need to move, try to work out where you are and how you came to be here. So you walk, head out into the unknown, in hope of finding a trail or a road. You’ll find one soon enough. It’s here you may find someone else in the same boat as yourself, equally freezing and confused. You’ll both need to keep going. It won’t be easy. You hear howls of wolves around you, and the terrain is difficult: slips and falls are likely. You’re completely vulnerable out here in the open.
Or it’s possible you may come across someone else here. Someone who looks far better prepared to deal with the freezing cold and frozen landscape, out hunting or gathering. They’ll likely offer help and get you into town. However, for the unlucky ones who don’t come across anyone, you’ll carry on until you see it: the lazy trail of smoke rising in the air. Fire. Not just one, but several. Civilization...?
Follow it, and soon enough the way you’ve taken will certainly become a path or road. Unfolding before you in the mountainous forests, you’ll see the most welcome of sights: a small mining town tucked up in the valley. Battered, rusted road signs will direct to “MILTON, POP. 947”. You’re almost there, you keep going, and it looks like other people have had the same idea as you. In fact, you’ll hear the muffled sounds of life. People! In the town!
As you head into the outskirts and then further into town, you’ll find it’s a little easier to walk but the cold has gripped you hard. You’ll find the buildings, both shops and homes, some are dark and lifeless, some of them are boarded up, some of them are occupied. People are going about their business, or stood watching from their tiny porches of their small, timber homes. For a town this big, there doesn’t seem to be many people. Several dozen at most, but no more.
Towards the center of town, you’ll find the building from which the biggest of the smoke trail rises: a school-house of sorts, or some kind of community hall. Perhaps both. You’ll find more and more people all drawn to this place, each and every one of them in the same position as yourself (and your companion, if you’ve found one). Some are in worse states than others: some are bloodied, nursing bite wounds or cuts; others might have some other kind of injury sustained in the journey here from falls. Others may look as if they could faint from the cold at any second.
The door opens, and you’re greeted by the gnarled, wizened face of an elderly man, dressed in thick furs. He has a kind face. He smiles warmly, and with pity, ushering you in with haste.
“They come again. I had thought we may not see more of you.” he nods gravely. No, this is not the first time that this has happened. “I am Methuselah. I welcome you, Newcomer, although I’m sorry for how you’ve come to find yourself here. You are not the only one, the lights are changing things. Come. Mother Nature has not been kind to you, but there are plenty here to help.”
The room is dim, lit only by natural daylight through the windows. A roaring fire sits at one end of the huge hall. It crackles, bright and cheerful... and warm. Even as big as this place is, the room is pleasantly warm. You’ll also find basic cots set up down one side of the hall, and while it seems there's a few people already living here, there's enough space for those in need of them. There's places to rest for a moment and get your bearings, or just trying to recover from the cold. Down the other side are tables and chairs, and long tables laden with food, drinks and bottled water similar to one might find at a soup kitchen. Once again, Methuselah offers a feast, aided by some of the other Interlopers.
There are canisters with hot herbal teas, mostly. But some coffee can be found. There’s also soup and stew and trays of charred deer and rabbit meats, plus some grilled fish. It’s very basic, but it’s hot and filling. A feast for those who have battled the cold to come here.
Methuselah will continue to busy himself, still; there is plenty to do. He will fetch blankets, tend to wounds, serve food and drinks — aided by a handful of others in the Hall. Your fellow survivors, but those who have been here for some time now. He does not have much time to talk. More and more people seem to be coming in from the cold. He will not stop to sit and rest until everyone is seen to, taking up a place by the fire to gaze silently into its flames.
He will encourage newcomers to get warm and eat, and when they are ready to — they can explore the town and find one of the many empty homes to call their own. He will not speak much, but gesture to your fellow survivors. They will have better answers than him.
WINTER'S BITE
WHEN: The Month of February.
WHERE: Everywhere.
CONTENT WARNINGS: supernatural beings; magical beings; potential cold injuries; potential cuts/bleeding
Amongst the original inhabitants to the Northern Territories, superstition and folk tales were much more prominent — stemming from a mix of superstitions that settlers brought with them to the area and those beliefs of people native to Northern Territories. Some are familiar to Interlopers, others may be less so.
Much of this is now lost, with the population of Milton dead or gone, but some writings can be found in the town. Some wrote of their superstitions in regards to the changing weather and wildlife in personal journals in the lead up to what is known as The Flare, which may still be found in the empty homes uninhabited by Interlopers. Some note feeling as if 'the souls of the animals are angered somehow' or that the changes to the Aurora may be as if 'the afterlife comes too close to the world'.
Maybe they had a point, maybe they were on to something. It’s hard to really say for sure.
Whether it’s magic, some supernatural cause, or something caused by the Aurora, there’s a strange shifting in snow that blankets the Northern Territories. Throughout the month, angry chittering and clacking — like glass or bones — can be heard out in the wilds. Out of the corner of one’s eye, they may see the snow move of its own accord — with confronting it leading to nothing, and stillness.
For a time.
Until whatever it is finally strikes.
Out from the snow, spectral creatures comprised of ice and animal bone spring forwards — jittering and clunky in their movements. Long bodies that twist and dance in the air, all sharp teeth and even sharper ice. Is it a kind of animal? Or spirit? Some mix of both? An angered spirit of nature or some long dead animal? It’s hard to tell for sure.
Despite their clunky movements, their bodies rolling and jaws chattering, these strange spectral creatures are fast and they’ll strike hard — looking to take a chunk out of the unsuspecting and unprepared Interlopers. Even just brushing against one of these strange creatures can lead to some nasty lacerations if they knock themselves hard enough against you. What’s maybe worse than the lacerations themselves is the wounds will burn with their chill, colder than anything you’ve ever felt.
But being made out of bone and ice means they are also just that. Blunt force may just be enough to end up shattering the bodies of these creatures, sending their remains flying. Be careful, though. Those shards are still just as sharp and will become flying projectiles which could cause further injury to Interlopers.
Alternatively, a way to battle back these ice creatures would be through the use of flame. Fire, torches, Interlopers with the Lightbringer Feat would prove vital in getting rid of these creatures long enough to get to safety.
Fleeing is also an option. The creatures will attempt to chase for a time, but will soon give up and end up returning to the snow once more.
FROZEN HEARTS
WHEN: The Month of February, into March.
WHERE: Everywhere.
CONTENT WARNINGS: supernatural ailments; body horror; characters turning to ice; potential character death.
The cold is a persistent thing in the Northern Territories. Even during the summer months, it doesn’t seem to get warm all that much. But the winter is a different kind of beast, and the cold seems to sink into your very bones.
It starts with a kind of cold that you find it hard to get warm, no matter how long you spend by the fire. In time, it feels like that cold has started freezing your body up: your joints feel stiff and sore. Moving around is a chore, even for the simplest of tasks like walking or sitting down. In time, it gets into the smaller joints: fine motor skills become tricky. You drop things, fail to grip on to items, struggle to close your hands into fists. Even talking can be a bit of a struggle, like you’re slowly getting lockjaw.
With that, it’s not surprising that your mood will dip. Sour moods, and even icy manners aren't out of the ordinary. It’s easy to be miserable when you’re so damn cold and you’re struggling to move and speak. It is so easy to find yourself with lowered spirits, to be irritable and closed off from your fellow Interlopers.
It feels as if nothing might warm you, physically or emotionally.
You find yourself being cold towards others, even those you care about most, your closest companions in this world. You may snap at them, or continually brush them off. You find yourself with little patience for them, and are often unmoved by their attempts to bring you some good cheer.
And certainly, what isn’t out of the ordinary is the strange affliction that plagues your skin. It isn’t frostbite, that you know of. Your skin doesn’t turn red, then white then black. No, it turns blue, frosted with white. Your skin looks less like skin and more like stone….. Or, rather, ice.
It starts in the fingers and toes, and will slowly work its way up your limbs, working its way towards your center. Even your hair may start to freeze. As it progresses, you find it harder to move. In enough time, you may find yourself completely frozen on the spot, and in time, unable to even speak as the ice slowly encloses around you.
If something isn’t done quickly enough, you may find yourself completely turning to ice and being trapped as nothing more than a statue.
Hope isn’t lost, though. They say in stories there’s such things that might save some terrible affliction such as this: An act of true love.
This cold isn’t beaten back by flames, but a different kind of warmth.
But what is true love?
It might just be enough to reverse the effects and undo this terrible affliction before it’s too late, to let the ice slowly melt back again and restore you to what you once were.
FAQs
1. Arrival threads can be treated as game canon.
2. Items characters have brought from home can be found either strewn around them when they awaken, or in the community hall — as if someone left them out for them to collect. Methuselah will not know how they got there, and will be quite bemused by the happenings.
3. Reminder that all characters are now depowered upon arrival. They can choose not to notice it at first, or can immediately sense something is different about them.
4. If asked any personal questions, Methuselah will smile and say "Oh, you don't want to know about an old man like me. But I have lived all over in these parts for all my life." He will be more concerned with trying to help Newcomers, and is genuinely concerned for them and their well-being. Other Interlopers will say much of the same — there's little to know about him.
5. More information about Milton can be found here.
1. Digging in the snow where the creatures have returned will prove fruitless, Interlopers will not even find bones.
2. The creatures can spring on Interlopers in groups of up to three.
1. The notion of true love is open to interpretation. Platonic love, familial love, romantic love could be deemed as acts of true love. Perhaps even the genuine compassion of a fellow Interloper could be seen as true love.
2. An act of showing true love is very flexible! It could be a kiss, a hug, shedding tears for the afflicted, some desperate attempt of helping the afflicted from freezing. Players are encouraged to play around with what this might entail!
Natalie Scatorccio | Yellowjackets
arrival - methuselah's feast
[ Figures she'd end up back in the frozen fucking wilderness once she died. It just fucking figures.
Natalie doesn't go through shock or confusion about this development, having done that more than enough times when she was seventeen and had just climbed out of the wreckage of the plane that was supposed to take them to nationals. Nope. Here, she just picks up and heads in the direction she woke up facing, and then she's in Milton, joining everyone for the feast. ]
So hell's got a buffet.
[ Half question, half observation as she gets herself a cup of coffee. Damn, it's not bad!
Okay. Time to feel out how things are, get to know the people and the place in this frigid afterlife. ]
This a regular thing?
winter's bite
[ Of course she goes out hunting. Whether or not you can actually die here (she has her doubts, but also, her afterlife would absolutely kill her multiple times just for fun), Natalie understands that survival is a team effort.
And of course weird shit starts to happen. Someone else is out here with her, and the fucking snow is coming to life what the fuck it's heading right for them--
Natalie shouts a warning at them just before slamming into them and rolling the two of them out of the way of the possessed snow what the fuck??? ]
Get up, run!
[ She will try and distract this thing from you if you need the time, and run with you when you're ready. ]
frozen hearts
[ It takes Natalie a while to notice something is amiss. She's not the most cheerful person ever, and she's no stranger to having her will to exist sapped away by the cold of winter in the Canadian wilderness (look, Milton is close enough, abandoned as it is). It's the skin affliction that gets her to realize this is some kinda new bullshit.
She will huddle by a fire. She will curl up close to it like a cat. She will bring blankets over to complete the tucked-in cat aesthetic.
And then she'll shuffle around Milton in nothing more than usual because why the fuck not??? If she's gonna die by freezing to death, she may as well fight it, kind of! ]
Your chin's blue, [ she'll say to anyone she encounters. Substitute the currently blue portion of skin as applicable. ] Can't believe it. Stupid way to die here.
[ hmu here or at
Arrival
[ This is an in-joke. This is not a helpful answer.
The in-joker is a man in his - thirties? forties? - with the most New York accent you can possibly picture. Red pre-blisters on his face and fingers, and the delicate way he's holding a plate, suggest that he might've had to hike a while before he made it out of the cold. He seems perfectly good-humoured about it. ]
You tried this soup yet? Good stuff.
Re: Arrival
All right, she'll play ball. ]
Gotta find out what's in it first. Allergies.
[ She shrugs. Allergies, amirite? Such bullshit. ]
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Think we can flag down a waiter and ask?
[ His jokes are very dry, seen in the wrinkle above his eyebrows and the twitch at one side of his mouth. ]
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What, your tastebuds not refined enough to tell?
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Nope, smoked 'em all away years ago.
[ This is another joke, and please don't follow up with him later when it goes from joke to No Nicotine Hell. That's one of his top ten, though well below the top five, hells. He has a surprisingly well-argued ranking. ]
Think someone said rabbit, though. You worried about peanuts? I can say it ain't got peanuts.
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Rabbit's good.
[ She had another sip of coffee, finally feeling the warmth stuff to seep into her. ]
I'm Natalie.
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[ He offers a lopsided smile and a hand, and doesn't flinch if she shakes it, though it stings like the blazes even now that it's warmed up.
Natalie doesn't seem particularly phased by all this. Not enough information yet to put a finger on why. ]
I'll grab ya a bowl. You human?
[ Both of these sentences come out in the exact same brisk but casual tone as everything else he's said. ]
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Not sure. I was, before I died. You still count a ghost as a human?
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He grins at Natalie's answer, and it holds on his face for a second too long. Not even because of the dead thing, but because her question is one he's spent more time than is healthy thinking about. And there's a certain level of unexpectedly piercing question that he doesn't enjoy. His friendly demeanour remains, though, and his answer is easy. ]
Yeah, I reckon.
[ He steps in to the back of the little crowd, one you could only very generously call a queue, that's gathered around the massive soup tureen. ]
That a recent thing?
[ Seems fine to ask, since she didn't seem upset to bring it up. ]
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winter's bite
That's what I was going to fucking do! [ he yells back, before booking it himself. He is running like hell away from that thing and is assuming that Natalie's on his tail—though he will spare a glance behind to make sure that she's running herself, that he doesn't have to take this thing down on his own. ]
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Less shit, more running!
[ Is it still behind them? Doesn't... seem to be, but Natalie keeps running for another few yards. Shit, how's she going to stop him? Though if he noticed the snow monster thing, surely he'll notice the sound of another person crashing through the frigid landscape has stopped. ]
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Hickey pauses for a moment then lets out an annoyed little groan. ]
Something else! It's always something! Can't just be wolves or cultists or what the hell ever, got to add in weird snow monsters as well!
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Cultists? Thought it was just us here for fucking miles.
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Sounds like I missed a good party.
[ Sometimes a little violence is a nice release. What was it they said in one of Lottie's classes? Don't suppress it, just meet it with compassion? ]
You run like you're used to it. You military?
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[ And also because he's gotten a little godly gift to keep him upright and stable while moving through the terrain but like, Natalie doesn't need to know that. Hickey can keep that to himself. ]
frozen hearts
[Granted, it's not as if wearing a parka is helping Shaw; it's clear by this point that the frigid cold that's chilling her to her bones is at least partially supernatural in origin. But that doesn't mean that helping it along is a good idea, and this woman running around in nothing heavier than a leather jacket clearly looks to be doing just that. Shaw grabs her arm, firmly, and gives her a tug along.]
Come on. You should be indoors.
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Unless you've got a magic fire going, I doubt it'll help.
[ But sure, okay. Maybe she can fall asleep but a nice fire, convinced she'll be warm soon. ]
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[Sorry, Natalie. At least she's honest?]
If anything will, I haven't found it yet. But it sure as hell won't hurt.
arrival
[ .. a brief answer, huh. But really, what else is there to elaborate? As far as Billy is concerned, that's the whole answer. Yes, this is a regular thing. You just stop thinking about it very deeply after a while, especially when you realize supernatural nonsense - or someone showing up with this much food from an unknown source every other month or so out of nowhere - is just going to be part of your life.
In fact, he's way more interested in the other thing she's saying. Even if it's far from the first time he's heard it. ]
You assume this is hell? [ .. a slight beat, and then he adds: ] Or do you mean that as a figure of speech?
Re: arrival
[ Lottie's cult's compound wasn't that much smaller than this place. ]
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And it's not like he can blame or judge her for that. He remembers it having been a whole lot when he first showed up here too.
(Though dying right before that didn't help the confusion or overwhelmed feeling either. Just like her, though he doesn't mention it.) ]
This place seems capable of reviving people. [ He says it kind of calmly, but judging by the way his eyebrows knit together into a frown, the man doesn't exactly seem to think it's normal either. ] Somehow. I have to admit that I also do not know how it is possible, but you are far from the first it has happened to.
cw drug use mention
And yet she still can't fucking die. ]
Fuck, I'm tired. There any booze here? Coffee and soup are good, but I need... something stronger.
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[ Sorry for the bad news, especially after all she's been through. But at least it's not all bad, since after glancing around the space they're in, Billy does add: ]
But some people do seem to have found a way to make it here themselves. [ He at least doesn't seem to think it's all that strange for someone's way of dealing with this place to be drinking - he's definitely seem people cope that way before, even if it isn't his personal vice. ] You might not want to have too much of it here though. There are too many dangerous things out there that could catch you off guard.