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October 2023 Test Drive Meme
OCTOBER 2023 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 — not to mention the fact they are not the first to come here.
PROMPT TWO — GUILTY PARTY: Interlopers are kidnapped and held captive by a being and forced to confess their wrong doings, or face fatal consequences.
PROMPT THREE — OFF THE BEATEN TRACK: Interlopers get more than they bargained for when a mysterious albeit friendly dog comes across them and persuades them to follow them into the wilds.
ARRIVAL: METHUSELAH'S FEAST
WHEN: Mid-October.
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.
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. You look around, it seems like no one has been here in several weeks, maybe longer. The fire is stone cold, the dishes in the sink are mouldy — it's possible the place has been ransacked, as if they've gone through the drawers and cupboards looking for something. 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.
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.
“Ah, more of you have come.” he nods, just as he suspected you might. “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 and coffee, along with soup and stew and trays of charred deer and rabbit meats, plus some grilled fish, instant mashed potatoes, and tinned vegetables. It’s very basic, but it’s hot and filling. A feast. The old man has been busy. And Methuselah will continue to busy himself, still; there is plenty to do. He will fetch blankets, tend to wounds, serve food and drinks. 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 is troubled, thoughtful. The arrival of so many is not something that sits well with him. The others from town will eventually trail in too, to eat and warm themselves, and search amongst the new faces.
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 perhaps you might be able to get some answers from those fellow arrivals who’ve been in this place for some time now.
GUILTY PARTY
WHEN: Over the next month.
WHERE: Paradise Farm Outbuildings.
CONTENT WARNINGS: forced imprisonment; forced honesty; supernatural beings; confessional themes; threat of death; possible character death; possible death by throat injury.
You don’t remember how you came to be here. The air is cold and damp, the rot of wood is strong, and… blood. Why does it smell of so much blood? You can’t seem to see all that much in the gloom, but you think you’re in some kind of outbuilding of sorts. You find yourself chained to a chair, the metal is heavy and cold against you and no matter whatever you seem to do, you can’t seem to free yourself from them. No struggling can ease their hold, and there’s no lock to unpick or break. They weigh you down in your seat, you can't even seem to tip yourself over.
But you’re not the only one here. Across from you in the dark is someone else. One of your fellow Interlopers is trapped here with you, too. They too don’t remember anything either, they’re equally as confused and uncertain as you. Perhaps frightened. Not only this, they’re also sat chained up just as tightly. You have a little time to talk before you realise the two of you aren’t alone.
There's a glooming green light, the feeling of a presence. A huge figure steps into view, cloaked in black. It’s hard to tell whether it’s a man or a woman, and it’s difficult to make out much detail of them. Their face is obscured by a stone mask in the shape of a monstrous, horned and fanged Jackal. Green light glows from behind it, foreboding in the dark. It will not answer you if you try to speak with it.
“WICKEDNESS LIES WITHIN YOU.” The voice is a fierce chorus of whispers, but yet so loud. It sends a shiver down your spine. “I HAVE SEEN IT.”
... You can’t help but know it to be true. Something inside you knows what they speak of is true. Any misdeed or wrongdoing done by your hand, any cruel word you spoke, any life you took or heart you broke. You feel exposed, seen. The figure knows what you have done.
“CONFESS.” the figure demands. “UNBURDEN YOUR HEART AND BE FREE. BE SILENT AND CARRY IT TO THE GRAVE.”
The figure holds an item in its hand, something that glints in the light that glows from its mask. Now you realise why there’s so much blood in the air: it’s a sickle, dripping with blood. You are not the first to be brought here. You will not be the last.
Speak, unburden yourself, and if the figure is satisfied — you will, in fact, go free. Refuse, or not take the demand seriously, and the figure will deem you unworthy. They will move within the blink of an eye, striking you with the sickle in the neck — let it be a mercy that they kill you quickly.
OFF THE BEATEN TRACK
WHEN: Over the next month.
WHERE: Milton / Milton Outskirts.
CONTENT WARNINGS: supernatural creature; trickster creature; themes of peril; possible character injury; possible dead body discoveries; potential cold injuries/hyperthermia risk; possible character death.
The weather will continue to prove difficult for all who try to navigate this world, but with the current footfall in and around Milton, it’s at least helped to keep paths and roads somewhat clear despite the snow’s best efforts to cover up these walkways. Still, it’s a pain to get around, especially on particularly snowy days. Unfortunately, it’s sometimes necessary to go out on such days — survival doesn’t stop for the weather to pass.
And so journeys must be made, hunting must be done, forageables must be collected. You try to keep to the paths and trails, where the terrain yields before you for an easier journey.
… Until you hear barking through the trees, the sound of paws through the snow. Given the recent wolf activity of the last month, it’s understandable to be on edge. However, it isn’t a wolf that comes into view: it’s a large dog, bigger than any dog you’ve seen before. Coated in thick and shaggy black fur, this animal doesn’t seem to be like the wolves that have been found so far in this world. While the wildlife has certainly been altered, this dog remains very much like anyone would expect a dog to act in terms of behaviour. It’s playful with some, certainly friendly, constantly trying to play chase with you as it loops around in circles with a wagging tail.
However, there’s an insistence with this dog. It wants you to follow it. It will bark incessantly, trying to pull you from the path to go after it into the woods. It wants to show you something, take you somewhere. It will even try to gently pull at a coat-sleeve or trouser-leg to coax your forwards before heading off, keeping just in sight for you to go after it.
You’ll find it increasingly difficult to keep up, even if you pick up the pace as you head further into the woods. There’s less snow here, but the forest floor is filled with holes and tree roots that will trip you up. Falls are likely. But even worse is when before you know it, the ground simply gives way beneath you, sending you tumbling into a small valley or getting you stuck deep into soft, muddy earth. With it, perhaps, twisted ankles or worse. Or perhaps simply battered and bruised and unable to climb out of trench of earth. Maybe you come face to face with the body of some other poor Interloper who'd met their own end in similar manner — trapped and injured in the ditch.
Or worse still, the dog might just have you stumbling over a cliff face and tumbling into the Basin. Whatever fate befalls you, it’s as if the dog simply led you into it. And said dog, however, will be nowhere to be seen. It will have left you stuck, hurt, lost in the woods.
You’re sure you can hear some dark chuckling on the wind. Maybe it’s just the trees.
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. Characters will find that once they have confessed, they will pass out. When they awaken, they will find themselves lying or sitting on the floor — the being, chairs and chains have gone. They are free to leave.
2. Attempts to search the outbuildings at later dates will prove fruitless. There is no sign of the being, nor the chairs or chains that held characters, but there will be blood on the floor that can be found.
3. One character can confess, or both. Player choice! As long as someone's doing some confessing.
1. Gyests, sometimes called Ghests or Bargyests are evil creatures from Northumberland, UK folklore. They seek to lure travelers away from a known and safe road to their miry and marshy demise, or perhaps lead them to walk in the darkness of a Cheviot night over the edge of a precipice. Often taking the shape of horses, donkeys or large dogs, Gyests could also shape-shift to appear as men, or even stacks of hay. But always their intention was to trick humans, for their own amusement, and lure them to their doom.
2. Attempts to lure or trap the Gyest will not work.
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But she's pleased to see she could get a laugh and a smile out of Max. She'd take whatever little victory she could get here.
"Oh. You are so on. And you're so going down when we get do it. Them's the rules." She may not have her powers here, but she is pretty confident she can rock a snowball fight.
But her silver eyes go soft though as Max describes how she feels about their situation. It wasn't exactly the easiest thing to be dropped into.
"Well. As long as we can agree there are worse people to be stuck with.
I had only just found my way home before I wound up here. I guess- I'm glad it's me stuck here rather than any of my friends. But if it's anything like last time, I'm guessing getting home isn't going to be straight forward." That might not exactly be the most optimistic response in the world and she pauses because she realizes it.
"But hey. We already got out of one mess here, right? We just have to keep watching other's backs and we'll get through it."
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"I think you have that backwards. You're so going down," Max teases back. Of course, she's not actually played in much snow, but she's ready. How hard can a snowball fight be?
"You're right. Getting stuck with good people is better than being stuck with serial killers." Max can respect a more realistic view of this situation, rather than having optimism shoved at her.
Max nods her head, though for a moment she feels that sinking feeling. She left everyone, though. What happens to them? She hadn't even had a chance to think of that.
"What do you think happens to everyone back home?"
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She gives a firm smirk at that. She was the younger sister in her family and was not unfamiliar with losing, but she was going to let on about that.
"We'll see about, pal." She was always down for a challenge.
"Yeah- Honestly the serial killers I've met are all really lacking in the social skills kind of thing- Buddy downstairs was just proving that they need to get a life.
...Now Ruby hears that and well- She had experience dropping from one world into another now. She wasn't exactly a fan of it but it had been an experience.
"I imagine they're probably going about their lives without us. Hopefully we get back before too much time passes. ...I don't know. This is a little different than the last time I did it." Is she saying a little too much about herself? Maybe. But- She tried provide what comfort she could.
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"Pal, huh? I've been demoted to pal," Max teases Ruby with a grin. "Okay, buddy. Remember that when I take you down with ice."
That frown returns to Ruby's words. "Serial killers, as in plural? I'm sorry you've run into that many of them. But yeah, social skills aren't something they're good with on the regular. Some of them can be very charming, though. Not the ones we just dealt with."
Max sighs. "I hope that's the case. Because I sort of left during something very important."
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Which is partly why she looks a little offended at the mention of ice. "Jeez. Can't even come at me fair and square, huh? Rude."
"Yeah- Plural. Back home I was being chased by one for awhile. He's not after me directly at the moment but still doing his thing." To put things very lightly. She's definitely sure he hasn't been caught yet. "Those ones- left a lot to be desired."
She catches the sigh and she knows the feeling there. She let's her head bob back and forth a little before she asks. "How important are we talking? You know, if you don't mind me asking."
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Max shrugs, still only playing, "All is fair in snow wars. Haven't you had one before?"
She frowns, far more serious when Ruby starts talking about her serial killer experience.
"That's so messed up. Don't you have anyone you can get help from?"
There's another sigh. "Like...our town is at risk important."
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Then there's a pause as things take the more serious tone.
"It was kind of complicated at the time. I was on the road and split up from a lot of my friends when he was tracking me. ...I don't think he'd be able to pull the same again. Or at least it wouldn't be as easy."
And she feels a pang of familiarity at the last comment. So she reaches up to gently touch Max's shoulder if she'll let her. Just to try and provide some sort of comfort and support.
"I know what that's like. We'll find a way to get you home, I promise."
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Her mirth fades at the mention of a sister.
"Is your sister younger, or older? You have any other siblings?" She's not sharing that, yet.
"Yeah, going it alone isn't the best." Max's eyes flicker away, showing her discomfort about the topic.
Ruby's hand is allowed, and Max reaches up to put her hand over Ruby's.
"We will. And everyone else, too. I mean, everyone else can't possible be happy about just being stuck here."
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"She's two years older than me. And well- She's basically had my back my whole life." Ruby and Yang had a complicated family life and she wasn't quite going to get into that yet.
But she manages a little smile when Max's hand touches down hers. She was just happy to provide whatever support she could too.
"Yeah- I mean the cold is one thing. But this place has already proven it's not much of a tourist destination."
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"Good, that she has your back. That's how it's supposed to be, right?" Of course, she knows all siblings still have fights, and it can always be complicated. There's just so much she wished she could have done differently with her step-brother. And it's just too late.
Instead, she latches onto Ruby's comment.
"Right? I don't even see at least a ski lift. We are just out in the middle of nowhere snowsville."
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She's not exactly sure how to broach the topic. She knows Yang had a strained relationship with her biological mother- so she's not exactly a stranger to complicated family relationships either.
"I get if you don't want to talk about guy you mentioned before. ...Any other family though?" Look it was an attempt to ask.
"That's lame- Just lame. They better at least have a good hill for a toboggan run. If not I'm totally filing a complaint."
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She shrugs to the family question. "My mom. I'm living with her, but she's working two jobs right now. Not sure where my dad is. He's hard to get a hold of."
Max is grateful for the topic change.
"Yeah. If we don't at least go sledding while we're here that's a waste of snow."
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"My mom left- When I was four or five on a mission and never came back. ...Yang's mom left our dad when she was little too. He spent a lot of our childhood kind of checked out because of all that. He had only really started to get better for it before I ran away a couple years ago.
I guess- I mean I get things being complicated." Yeah. A topic change is good right about now.
"We're going to make the best of this whole thing. Maybe we can get a list of winter activities set up. Just go down and cross them all off."
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She smiles to the snow activity list.
"Like, build a snowman? Build a snow fort?" She waves her hand to the empty sky. "Try to find an alternative to skiing?"
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"Yeah. I just wanted you to know that I get it." That family was complicated and it could hurt sometime. But she didn't push further beyond that.
"Yeah! Just like those." There's a pause before she adds in. "It'd be great if there were a snowboard or two kicking around. It's been a little while since I last went- But it's basically like riding a bike."
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"Thanks," she tells her. Family isn't entirely off the table always, but right then, it's still too fresh, in some ways.
"I've never been snowboarding. Just skateboarding," but Max completely perks up to this. "In fact, I have my skateboard. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with it, though. Can't skate in all of this." She kicks at the snow.
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"There's similar things at play with balance and leg strength. I'll bet you'll catch on fast." And she blinks as Max kicks the snow then her eyes move toward the town up ahead of them. "Just because there's nothing outside, doesn't mean there wont be a building big enough that we can't find a way to do it inside."
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She brightens a bit.
"Then we just need snowboards." Because now, Max wants to learn. It's something she can do, with plenty of room to do it in.
"The community hall would be big enough. Too many people in the way." She's not afraid of hurting someone, but it's not as much fun having to avoid them or stop and go so much.
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"Snowboards it is. Better watch out- Smalltown, because we're coming to carve up the slopes." She taps her finger against her cheek in thought and gives a little nod.
"Maybe we can ask for some free time in there to do it? We can say it's to build up morale. I think we can swing that."
Wrap and move on to the new thread?
"Smalltown? I'm originally from California. We just didn't get snow. Serial Killer Bait," Max quips back, amused and revved up.
"Sure. If everyone is good with that. If not, I'll just board on the stage."