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June 2025 Test Drive Meme
JUNE 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 — WHAT LIES BENEATH: New fissures caused by seismic activity within the Northern Territories physiologically alters the Interlopers who check them out.
PROMPT THREE — SUFFOCATION RISK: Interlopers find it hard to breathe, and need a helping hand to catch a breather.
ARRIVAL: METHUSELAH'S FEAST
WHEN: Mid-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 sun is bright, enclosed in light fog. It is a strange kind of twilight.
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. Once more, you poor souls come.” 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.
WHAT LIES BENEATH
WHEN: The month of June.
WHERE: Everywhere.
CONTENT WARNINGS: supernatural ailments; mental manipulation; altered physiological states; potential character injuries; potential dangerous situations; potential cold injuries.
The world has gone quiet since last month’s quake that caused a considerable amount of damage around the Milton and Lakeside regions. Newer Interlopers have been met with a town still in the process of being repaired and rebuilt, and some properties have been abandoned all together, used only for spares and repairs of homes that are actually occupied. Milton was home to some thousand people in its hey-day, now it remains a shell of itself. Some hundred or so people making this place a home in a harsh and unforgiving world.
But the world is not completely quiet: tremors and minor quakes can still be felt as time goes on. These tremors don’t have the same impact as earlier quakes, but they’re enough to give someone pause — keeping Interlopers on their toes.
What’s more is the damage caused by this ongoing seismic activity is dotted all over the landscape: scars are beginning to show in the earth itself, or rather — open wounds.
The fissures are small and unassuming, but can easily snag someone’s attention. Even more curious about them is the occasional strange vapours that seem to curl and lazily rise from these fissures. The vapours are a faint green in colour, almost sickly, and there’s plenty enough in you to make you feel like you should keep well away from these rising fogs. But there’s something about curiosity and cats, after all.
The vapours won’t kill you, no. They certainly won’t do you any physical harm, either. No instant burning of the strange, caustic fog that plagued Interlopers last year, nor the sickness that Glimmerfog brought.
But getting close enough to the vapours to examine them will cause a change in you. It’s more of an insidious thing: gradual and slow, changes in your behaviour over the course of a week. Feeling a little more anxious than normal; snapping at people you interact with; avoidance of others; the feeling of being watched and a growing paranoia. You feel like the animal that has known the feel of the snare, or seen the barrel of the gun. Hunted and small.
Soon enough, this slow chipping away at your mind is enough to cause you to snap: fight or flight.
Fighters are lost into states of pure rage. They are combative, blind to anger in a desperate bid to survive — seeking out their dangers to face them head on. They are volatile, difficult to reason with. They will cause damage to anything around them, or anyone. They will cause damage to buildings, objects — smashing their way through whatever stands in their way. They will fight with those around them — their fellow Interlopers — lost in perceived threats.
Flighters are lost into states of pure fear. They’ll break down in crying fits, hysteria and abandon all logic — avoiding their dangers. They will try to escape from wherever they may be — wanting to run out into the wilds, putting them in potentially more dangerous situations. They could end up getting lost in the wilds, or encountering dangerous wildlife like moose, wolves or bears. Or perhaps even onto thin ice on bodies of water. They will hide whenever they can: under beds, in caves, anywhere their minds might tell them are places of safety.
To those around them, it’s finding a way to try and bring the affected Interloper back to their senses. It’s a little stumbling in the dark: wrangling flighters back to the safety of town, like trying to calm a spooked horse and give them a sense of safety and care and connection might be enough to bring them back to their sense. Fighters can arguably be dealt with the same way, but some might need restraining or fighting back in order to knock some sense into them. Perhaps even literally. Drawing blood in a fight with Fighters will also… strangely calm the affected Interloper down.
Affected Interlopers will be a little shaky afterwards. But a stiff drink or a hot meal and some rest will end up soothing them. Hopefully they won’t go poking around those fissures again.
SUFFOCATION RISK
WHEN: The month of June.
WHERE: Everywhere.
CONTENT WARNINGS: supernatural afflictions; themes of suffocation; themes of co-dependency/unhealthy codependency; potential character death/near-death experience; medical emergencies.
You think that maybe it’s the weather. The Northern Territories have been known for unsettled and sometimes ferocious climate — this is the world of endless winter, after all. But June marks a period of calm as the midsummer draws near. Occasional biting winds are the only disturbances to that calm. Other than that, it’s just damn freezing. Even with the midsummer upon the world and the still weather — the world is frigid.
The cold often bites at one’s lungs, and maybe that’s all you think it is at first. Each breath is like ice, hard to catch, and you feel like you’re suffocating sometimes. Overexertion seems to make it worse, whether you’re hiking up a particularly difficult piece of terrain or carrying a heavy load.
Interlopers will need to stop to rest often, and even then it feels like you still can’t quite get your breath back. This breathlessness will slowly get worse over time, until it’s almost unbearable.
Until it ends up nosediving into something more horrifying. One day, it’s the worst it’s ever been. It feels like you’re drowning. Your breaths are shallow and quick. Your vision blurs and warps, a shimmer of dull prismatic at the corners of your eyes. The world grows smaller around you, your hearing growing dim and distorted. You cough and splutter, gasping for air that you cannot seem to breathe in.
Panic sets in. You are suffocating, and if something isn’t done quickly enough, you will die.
But there’s a strange pull in you, too. A need. A person. You get a sensation of them, something about them. Their hair colour, their voice, their smile. Maybe it’s someone you know, maybe it’s a complete stranger, but something in you pulls you towards them.
As the world closes in on you, everything zeros in on that person. They can help. Hopefully you have enough time to reach them, hopefully you can find them. Maybe they’re searching for you too, in the exact same predicament — unable to breathe and trying to find that person to help.
Reaching that person and touching them will finally allow you to breathe. Like the air is clear, and breaths are painless again. It’s like an instant balm, and slowly the world grows back again — vision and hearing restored. You don’t know why, but this person, whoever they are — has given you your breath back.
You’re spared from the affliction, for a short time. Soon enough, it will return, and you’ll need to find that person again. Or just keep them close for a little while.
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 can be affected multiple times by the vapours.
1. The length of time Interlopers are 'stuck' together to combat the Suffocation Risk affliction is player choice. It could be a couple of days or even weeks — with the affliction itself ending by the end of the month.
2. Both Interlopers can be suffering from Suffocation Risk, or just one.
3. Interlopers who do not reach the person in time will die. They could potentially be revived through CPR, however — provided they are found quick enough.
Devi D | CRAU I Feel Sick | Arma
FUUUUUUUUUCK!!
[The shout of frustration echoed around Devi and she was almost sure she heard a thump of snow somewhere, frightened off its branch by her disruptive nature. Everything she was accustomed to feeling was gone. The power that came to her as easily as breathing now was gone. She was back, back to being just A Girl, albeit a Girl with a kriss knife at the small of her back. The leather trench coat around her did little to fight against the biting cold that her LA sensibilities haaaated, just like the undershaved purple coif on her head did nothing to help warm her ears. She was powerless and stranded. ]
Goddamnit. [There was nothing she could do but move. Move or die. She had to find someplace to get some shelter before her fingertips and toes were taken by frostbite. In her black cargo pants and thin tanktop covered with a mesh shirt, Devi was less than dressed for the weather, though the big black boots she bore were better than nothing. She flips the collar of her jacket up and starts pushing. Thankfully, this wasn't much of a physical exertion, save for how tiring it was to try and fail to stay cold, and her legs keep working long after the rest of her goes numb.
By the time she finds the Milton sign, she's singing softly to herself. ]
One foot in front of the ooooother....
[She was damned grateful to see that set of doors, moreso when it gave way to a warm room and food, something she needed desperately. There wasn't any hesitation and zero questions about digging into the stew, taking the blanket draped around her with almost no acknowledgement of it. There was very clearly an order of operations to be minded here. Once she was fed and the blanket tucked around her, she went a-questioning. ]
Excuse me, sorry - I just, I just gotta break in here real quickly and ask - where the fuck am I?
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What lies Beneath
[Alright fine. FINE. Fucking Canada. Wasn't even the good part but here she was stuck and deciding to make the best of it. The cold still bothered her deeply, what an unnatural place to decide to live, but the warrior in her couldn't stand to not know what was around. She looked a little ridiculous, big fur hat tied under a bright scarf and what must be at least 14 layers under the coat she wore, everything just a little too tight to be comfortable. It was overkill. It didn't matter. It made her feel better.
Especially when the ground starts shifting. ]
Didn't I get enough of this shit in LA? [she asks the sky, swearing again under her breath as she glances around and notes one of the fissures. ] Fuck,[she says darkly, sighing dramatically to herself as there was no decision but to go over and investigate. How dangerous could Canada be, on a geological level?
A few days later, that was made very very clear.
Devi was dressed in a lot less now, down to something more reasonable, and absolutely booking it across Milton. Anyone who was stupid enough to get in her way was hoisted and tossed to the side in move that looked more like dancing than its actual roots, along with a "Fucking move." Anyone who was stupid enough to try and stop her would find it significantly harder than expected - she was a kicker, and damned good at it. ]
Wildcard
[Find her in the Hot Springs, the Library, the Church, or anywhere in-between that and the community hall! She's also to be found exploring the outer edges of Milton.]
the feast
The last thing he'd need is for this woman to get aggressive, after all. Who knows what any of these new people will do. ]
Milton. [ He says, simply. It's a true answer, but likely not the one she was looking for - and unfortunately it seems like no one else gave her any answers about this before him.
Just Billy's luck, huh. ]
.. not where you were before, I mean.
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[No, not quite the answer that she's looking for, made even more evident by the way she half groans, half sighs in general protest, dropping herself down onto a seat with no posture to speak of. Of course, she didn't think for a second about if she came off aggressive or not; if she was really without her powers, if she did come off as aggressive, it was only going to be a boon. It had been years and years since she had to consider her own security in such a way, but it would only take a few days in Milton for that to be readjusted.]
But is there more? Or is there some weird ass wall or chasm into nothingness or- [She waves her hands a little bit.] Whatever fucked up flavor of snowglobe this is.
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At least he's more busy thinking about what answer to give her here than busy thinking about that part of it all. That's left for third party observers at best. ]
It is said that this is a different world from our own. [ It feels weird to say that, even if he's kind of used to the thought by now.. But it'll never lose its weird aftertaste, likely. Even after all this time. Maybe it's why he kind of looks like he swallowed something sour as he says it, and adds: ] As strange as that might sound.
[ It sounds very strange to him, and he's the one saying it!! ]
That would explain the many.. strange things in this place, at the very least.
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Sure, the guy was stiff. Obviously because it was so cold.
She doesn't so much as blink at his statement or the ill look on his face.]
Nah, I wouldn't get that lucky. Pretty sure I'm damned to never see my home world again, so it would be more of a surprise if this was, ya know?
[Whether he did in fact know or not, she didn't wait for an answer, continuing on.]
So long as there aren't any councils or great haughty overlords, I'm generally okay. I'm just thinking about how expansive it all might be. Spent the past decade or so in a few bubbles and I miss fresh air.
[Green eyes look sidelong at him.]
This your first time?
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Billy blinks.
H-Hold on for a moment there, Devi, this is all a little much!! He can catch from her implication that she's.. been to multiple worlds, or something? Worlds other than her own? It would explain her question at the end there, but it's still such a wild question to ask to a guy who's been nothing more than your average Victorian era sailor that Billy looks utterly baffled by it for a moment.
Only a moment, though. He doesn't exactly like looking like a fool, so he quickly tries to gather his wits enough again to respond - telling his brain to keep up, no matter how confusing her different experience of reality is compared to his own. ]
Yes. If you are speaking of traveling to different worlds. [ Ugh, those words almost feel gross on his tongue. They're too weird! He doesn't like saying them, even though he does! ] It is not exactly considered.. normal where I come from.
[ Billy definitely sounds like he's trying to put this as diplomatically as possible right now. ]
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Also, usually that crowd aren't weird about tattoos.]
Uh, Milton? If that means anything to you. I mean, aside from giving me flashbacks to a semester analyzing Paradise Lost.
[Teddy finishes the end of their stew and sets it aside.]
I think someone said the Northwest Territories, which I'm pretty sure just translates to fuckoff nowhere Canada.