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January 2024 Test Drive Meme: Our First!


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Reserves open 01/27/2024 @ 12:00 AM EST
Reserves close 01/31/2024 @ 11:59 PM EST


Welcome to our Test Drive Meme! Our Test Drive Memes are considered game canon and are open to current players and prospective new players alike! It is completely optional to keep your TDM threads as canon to your character's experience in the game, so feel free to play around and enjoy the flexibility before applying!

All TDM threads can be used for samples for your application and activity proofs.

All TDMs come with an additional greeting message from Daisy in addition to her typical Welcome Message. This is her message for newbies for this month:
"Hi there, Sweet Subjects! Congratulations on being the Very First Batch! That also means you're the first friends I've made for this whole project! Isn't that exciting?

Unfortunately, I have to already apologize to you. You see, I wasn't expecting you quite so soon! My math was a little off and well...There are a few kinks in the system I'm working out. But don't worry! I'll take care of everything. You can trust me. After all, we are friends, and it would be very rude to not trust your friends!

Why don't you just stay inside this little house while I fix things up? You'll be safe! P̴̥̾̉r̸̢̋́̓̀̏ó̵̧͖̈́̏̋͊̅̋̕͘b̵̛̺̞̦̳̙͒͘͜ä̸͓̗̯̺̰́̿̆͘͠b̶̭͔̯̆̒̐l̵̨̬̬̱̱̙͔̻̊̾́͠͝y̶̰̺̲̝͙͈̝͙̟̖͑̆̾̀̀͒͝!̶̱͚͙͉̠̓̒́̌̽̌̚͝

Remember: Don't open the door to strangers.

Anyway! In the meantime, get to know your fellow Sweet Subjects! After all, you're going to be spending a lot of time together!

Thank you for understanding! Good luck!

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Summary:
🌼 Content Warnings: Optional light alcohol, isolation, bad weather via thunderstorms, feeling of being watched and taunted, false information, mental manipulation, memory manipulation, memories or depictions of murder and torture

🌼 Characters wake up in an unfamiliar house during a thunderstorm. They hear Daisy's broadcast on the TV. There is a persistent knocking at the door, but you know you shouldn't open it.

🌼 Another character (or more) is in the house with you. Pictures of you both begin to take up the walls. Of memories you either really experienced or false memories. They increasingly become more violent.

🌼 A radio broadcast warns Sweet Acres residents about an escaped criminal. Paranoia grows between characters. Violence out of deluded "self-defense" may occur.

🌼 The true escape from this prompt is to just open the door. Outside, all is well and you realize the house was one giant mind fuck...Or hopefully, you realize. Your memories might be a little scrambled now.


There is a knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door.

It has been a long, long, long day, hasn't it? You don't even remember sitting on the couch and you certainly don't remember dozing off. But that strange broadcast certainly woke you up and now...You are here. In an unfamiliar house with outdated wallpaper and dirty carpet. The weather outside seems frightful. Torrential downpours with clashing thunder and flashes of lightning chase even the most persistent shadows in the house.

Was the lady on the TV serious? Did you just have to wait in this lousy place for the storm to blow over? Or, wait, how did she word it? Wait while things finish configuration. Damn, your head is hurting and you could use a drink. Hopefully, the tacky yellow kitchen has a stocked fridge. Luckily for you, it's filled with fresh food and some fresh booze.

There is a knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door.

Unluckily for you, there is another person in this house with you. They might have woken up on the same couch as you or are bumping around upstairs. Either way, the freak in the polka-dot dress wasn't wrong: You're not alone here.

When you and whoever else in this house finally join up, you will notice that the house seems to become a bit more lively. The pictures on the wall change to feature you or your companion. Some of the pictures are genuine from back in your homeworld, but others...Not so much. Others look like false memories of you with families you don't even remember or at a school you never attended, but they are all so real you can't help but think maybe Daisy is telling the truth after all.

There is a heavier knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door.

There is a radio in the house that suddenly begins to declare an emergency announcement:
"At this time, we urge all residents of Sweet Acres to seek shelter immediately. The wind is picking up and we anticipate this storm to last the rest of the night - Oh?

This just in: a convict has managed to break into Sweet Acres. We are told that they were last seen in...Oh, oh my...Whatever you do, make sure your doors and windows are locked. And remember: don't answer the door. And remember: don't trust strangers.
"

A heavy booming knock lands three times at the front door. Let. Me. In.

The pictures around the house begin to change. Now it shows you and whoever you're sharing the house with doing some...terrible things. Maybe some of it is true. Some of it may be completely false. Will it matter when the pictures seem so terrifyingly real?

What happens when the TV glitches on and starts to play sketchy home videos of one of you doing something terrible? What happens when the radio starts to play terrifying audio of you confessing to an atrocious crime?

What happens when the person you're stuck in the house with might just be the stranger the radio warned you about?

Or will you have the sense to realize that something is very wrong here and that you're both being played a fool? The knocking at the door is only getting louder. So loud it cracks the door. The storm worsens. What should you do?

The madness will only worsen the longer you stay. You may even be driven to defend yourself from each other, you may come to develop false memories of crimes you didn't commit. You may just...

Decide to open that damn door already. It turns out, that's what you needed to do the entire time. Because the moment you do? You open the door and see a beautiful, sunny day outside. No rain. Not a single gray cloud. Certainly no horrifying stranger either.

But now you're left with whatever you did or thought from the house. For some people, the terror may slip away as easily as the rain, but for some of you, you might be stuck with paranoia and suspicion.

Welcome to Sweet Acres.

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[ The Bot Problem ]

Summary:
🌼 Content Warnings: Forced sexuality, optional sex, aphrodisiac style computer virus, dubious consent, hunted by machines, use of bombs, guns, and shrapnel. Possible character death or maiming

🌼 Sex Bots are spreading a virus to those that touch them that will cause player characters to go around flirting with others. They can either get rid of the "virus" by having sex or meeting someone who can hack it out of their system by asking grounding questions (or any other creative means a player may have).

🌼 Characters are hunted down by violent little metal boxes known as metal dogs. The metal dogs are extremely resilient but can be destroyed by extreme measures. These metal dogs are intent on killing and maiming characters and plants.

You will notice that there are still some errors in the system as you go out and about exploring your new town. There will be an occasional glitch that opens up a screaming void of bottomless darkness before it blinks out of existence. Those are unsettling enough, but at least they don't seem harmless.

The bots, on the other hand, are a different story. They glitch into the town, cracking through this carefully structured reality like breaking through a window. It seems like Daisy has a lot of work to do on the external firewalls of Sweet Acres! In the meantime, you're going to have to deal with her incompetence.

The Sex Bots

A lot of the bots can easily be mistaken for other residents in town. These are model-gorgeous women and men who almost seemed like caricatures of stereotypical beauty conventions. Big lips, huge hips, large muscles, chiseled jaws, perfect hair, pearly white teeth. These beauties flounce about and no matter who or what you are, if they look your way, they are immediately approaching you.

"Hey, sexy. I'm single, horny, and lonely. I just turned 18 and I've got my daddy's credit card."

"I've never seen a person more beautiful than you. I'm the CEO of at least three different six-figure income businesses. How about I take you on a night out in my Ferrari?"

There isn't a single thought behind those eyes or in those smiles. If you have the thought to rely on your Daze, you can just block the Sex Bots and they will blink out of existence. Alternatively, you could probably just smash them out of existence with a good punch or the swing of a weapon...They will just vanish into a cloud of corrupt coding.

But if you're a bit more gullible and still catching up on the strangeness of this place or can't figure out Daze, you might make the mistake of responding to one of these bots. The Bot will immediately scan you for all of your information and warp its features into something that you actually would find to be the ideal beauty.

"This is better, right?" It's hard to deny...They even sound like the ideal beauty in your mind. A gentle hand on your arm and then they are leading you away.

Except they aren't leading you anywhere. You watch helplessly as coding goes up your arm and begins to consume your body. You can't feel anything but a prickling sensation. The Bot vanishes, but you are left rewired. Now it is you with the dramatic features emphasizing your most attractive parts.

Regardless of your personality, you suddenly feel the urge to walk up to just about anyone anywhere and flirt with them. Whether stupidly or sincerely. It's hard to remember yourself with the bot's virus wreaking havoc on your Daze. Worst case scenario? You wind up sleeping with someone because of this bizarre virus, but you will also ironically get it out of your system this way and feel completely normal after.

Alternatively, you can find someone who is a bit more tech-savvy with the Daze and who might have an idea of how to hack into your system and get rid of the virus for you. This might involve some personal line of questioning, but hey, at least you're not walking around asking for sex from total strangers anymore!

The Metal Dogs

The Sex Bots are a dream compared to the other virus attacking the system of Sweet Acres. One will begin to see small metal robots trotting about, no bigger than a backpack, with lethal determination. These metal dogs scour their surroundings for anything organic or anything that doesn't belong in the space.

This means they are actively ripping up plants and destroying trees, which is tragic enough, but just be glad they haven't seen you yet because it turns out that Daisy's Sweet Subjects are the metal dog's top priority.

The moment they notice you, they will begin a neverending chase. These robots can catch up to a speeding car and resist an enormous amount of damage. They are waterproof and run on their own network completely disconnected from the Daze, so good luck trying to hack into them- it won't work.

They can see just as well in the dark as the light and have sensors that allow them to pick up on body temperature as well as any vibrations you might make. They are not gentle creatures: their goal is to terminate all organic beings and Sweet Subjects in the area. If they catch you, they will immediately attempt to blow your head off with a small gun they can form. Alternatively, they will expel a shrapnel bomb if you catch them off guard. They also have paralyzing fog bombs.

Metal dogs can be destroyed, however. With large explosions, armor-piercing weaponry, people with extreme super strength. Or you can get creative! Maybe you know a spell that can turn them into a stuffed animal or melt the metal. Maybe you have control over metal beings. There are ways to destroy these things. But don't worry. If worse comes to worse, Daisy is going around to destroy them for you. But do you really want to owe her your life?

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whatam_i: (ohoh)

cw: sex work

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-25 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
"It means to speak clearly." And apparently with clipped consonances.

Ed looks at him, mouth slightly agape. "What?! Why??"
addickted: ([u know u love me])

[personal profile] addickted 2024-01-25 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
[The fluff is plush, addictive, specifically designed to invite more touching. Everything about Angel is that way -- his whole body meant to tantalize, all legs, all soft grabbable fuzz. Makes up for the lack of ass, with the monsterfucky potential.

Dirk relaxes, and Angel's back in his space like a moth to a flame. One hand reaches out to touch a scar, across a thick bicep, a boldly gentle touch.
] God sounds about right. You seen yourself lately, dollface? Could make a religion outta that face.

[Then he laughs, leaning his full weight against Dirk, fluffy and clingy and damn near cuddly. Maybe it's stress -- this place is fuckin' weird, nothing like home -- but being close to someone who can kick ass is kinda reassuring.] Puppet porn, really? I got gangbanged by a group of Muppet demons once -- had to scrap the scene, though, couldn't figure out the copyright issues. Hell's always got some kinda copyright bullshit happening.

[Angel rolls his eyes, smoothing his hair with one hand and Dirk's with another. He sighs, fondly, twining a strand of golden hair around a finger.] Damn shame too, cause demon Gonzo fucks.

...as hot as I find a lil disembodied head action, that's a cryin' damn shame. [He's actually a little offended by it -- Dirk is so hot, he deserves to have as much weird puppet fuckimh as he wants.] There's all kinds of sexbots here, not to mention all the normies clutching their pearls about the bots. Unless you're a little more ambitious than that...?

[Oh, right. Angel waves a vague, dismissive hand.] Yeah, afterlife, Hell and Heaven, but Heaven's fuckin' boring. At least Hell's got good booze and hot sluts like me.
thelamia: (Relaxing)

Sex Bots

[personal profile] thelamia 2024-01-25 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Well, hello new friend.

[Lurine looked this new person up, down, and side to side. Whatever she was looking for (let's be real, she wasn't exactly picky) she must have found because a big smile came across her face. There was just a little bit of a flicker of something rather like a snake about to eat a mouse in that expression. She noticed the way Hypnos was hovering and figured this person had to be anything but human.]

What can I do for you?
snakesona: (04)

[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-25 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ olrox eyes the wound. ]

Yes. That is indeed, unfortunate.
dead_tongue: (who in the what now)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-25 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Ohhhh. Okay!"

Iggy looked at him with vague confusion. "Because I have bills to pay? And I suck at retail. I always get fired. Okay, like, maybe I deserved it once because I was stealing, but still. Why, what did you do?"
thelamia: (Intent on listening)

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[personal profile] thelamia 2024-01-25 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[The woman who came sauntering into the kitchen just screamed drama queen, especially with the robe she was wearing. She took a wine glass out of the cabinet, poured some in, and took a long drink all in a smooth motion. She was absolutely fearless despite being faced with a stranger.]

Oh I agree, darling. To kill someone in this situation... [She paused, one perfectly lacquered nail coming up to tap her lips thoughtfully.] ...it would seem a bit gauche right now, wouldn't it?
thelamia: (Don't even start with me)

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[personal profile] thelamia 2024-01-25 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
At another time, Lurine might have been just as flirtatious as the sex bots were being. The difference of course was that she only did it with people that seemed like they wanted to be flirted with. The minute anyone showed they were uncomfortable or didn't want the act she was putting on, she stopped.

So to see these bots persisting when they really shouldn't have got her temper up. Lurine marched right up to the bots and shoved them away with far more strength than her petite frame would have suggested she possessed. "Fuck off," she snarled at the sex bots, now in full 'ice queen' mode. "She's clearly not interested."
thelamia: (Ready to attack)

Inside The House

[personal profile] thelamia 2024-01-25 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Lurine had woken up in one of her usual bedtime outfits. No, really, when one was as dramatic as the former movie star tended to be, she loved going all out playing the part. So she resembled nothing more than some vapid rich model with more dollars than sense. Unfortunately, Lurine was a lot more on the ball than she ever let on.

Lurine stared at the man confronting her for a moment. There was no fear in her eyes but the expression on her face rapidly evaporated from one of amusement to cold anger. "Darling, that would be a very stupid mistake. Put that down before I'm forced to hurt you."

That seemed a bit laughable. She wasn't very tall and had no noticeable muscles. Exactly what was she going to do? But Lurine meant every word she said. Shifting forms was like breathing to her and she have this guy curled up in her coils squeezed tight before he had enough time to hit her with that thing.
whatam_i: (point_out)

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-25 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I mean. Why would..." He starts to say and then waves his hands in front of his face. "You know what, nevermind."

"I used to be a forensic examiner." As to what he is now, well that's something much different and more difficult to say.
thelamia: (Is that so?)

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[personal profile] thelamia 2024-01-25 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
Huh.

[That was the sound of one monster sizing up another monster for sex. Lurine looked more or less human at the moment but she was far from it. She flipped her blonde hair back and gave Angel an assessing look. Her eyes kept lingering on the many arms.]

Well, I must say it's been a while since I had the chance to sleep with anyone quite like you, good sir, but I'm game for anything if you are.

[One did not live to be 5,000 years old without becoming pretty flexible when it came to being sexually adventurous.]
thelamia: (Default)

Please Wait

[personal profile] thelamia 2024-01-25 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
Lurine Hollister, darling. Not quite a pleasure to be meeting under these circumstances but one must work with what one has at the time.

[Lurine looked quite....ostentatious in the pink robe that she was wearing, the clothes she'd been wearing when she'd gone to bed the night before. Waking up not being in her usual mansion with the swimming pool right outside had been a bit disorienting but she was swiftly recovering. After all, having lived such a long life meant that very little surprised Lurine for long.

She flipped her hair back over one shoulder and looked around. While she seemed a little vapid, there was a look to her eyes which suggested Lurine was more on the ball than she was letting on.]


What a strange place to find ourselves in, wouldn't you say?
kobes: ([down] exudes self-consciousness)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-25 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[In a way, Koby's doing the same thing -- focusing on Mihawk, letting the reality of his presence steady the frenetic buzz of anxiety that's been bubbling beneath his skin since waking up. The neat, orderly rows of unfamiliar houses, the blazing sun, the dull ache of pain in his shoulder -- none of it seems to really register, when Koby looks up, watches Mihawk's impassive face, listens to his drawling, calm tone. That's the voice that belongs in the real world, a place Koby desperately wants to return to. Mihawk is a tether to reality, and Koby's a little stunned by how grateful he is for that.

It occurs to him, absently, that it'd be even better if he could actually grab onto and feel and touch said tether -- but Koby pushes the thought away, sticks his hand in his pocket instead. The brush of the silk handkerchief is good enough, for the moment.
]

Right. Somewhere else. The houses all seem to be set up the same, mostly, so I'm assuming they're all stocked up. Daisy wouldn't want her toys to starve. [There's already a touch of loathing in Koby's voice -- alert the media, he's expressing disapproval of an authority figure. Then again, Daisy is much closer to Alvida than Garp, as far as those figures go.] I can't guarantee it's what youre used to, but wine is wine, right?

[No culture, this one. Koby nods, determined and bloody and pale.] I can walk. I'll be fine.
kobes: ([down] unimpressed megane)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-25 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
And that's...appealing to you. [Koby's trying hard to understand, but judging by his furrowed brow, he can't wrap his mind around it. Seeking out chaos? Couldn't be him.] I guess if it's your wedding, you're allowed to do drugs? If you want?

[A thoughtful pause.] I'm also single. Does that...make a difference? Is that why we're here?
whatam_i: (close_up_mad)

ooc: dang the image link doesn't work :(

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-25 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Her size and appearance might fool most men but Edward is from Gotham where the women are just as dangerous as the men, no matter what size. Just look at Fish Mooney, she was barely five foot and for years she ran parts of the underground crime syndicate.

"Don't call me darling." He says with a frown but the poker does get lowered.

"Have you seen anyone else in the house?"
dead_tongue: (bruh)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-25 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah! That's a good point - I will absolutely be fucked up at the reception, then.

Oh wow. Do you think? Maybe this is like... she said it's a simulation, the creepy clown? For education for others or some shit?

What if we're on a dating reality show? But it's horror themed?
dead_tongue: (voila)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-25 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Iggy grins. "Because it's fun," he says, but then moves on.

"Oh, cool! Like the guy they take the bodies to and you're like, 'ah, look at these defensive wounds, this was no boating accident!'? That's awesome. Why'd you quit?"
whatam_i: (edward_uhhh)

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-25 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh yes, like that." ....boating accident? What is this kid talking about?

"And I didn't exactly quit, it was more like I was fired after I framed a co-worker for murder."
dead_tongue: (bruh)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-25 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
You never saw Jaws, Ed?

Iggy stares.

"Why did you do that?"
enduresurvive: (okay whatever)

[personal profile] enduresurvive 2024-01-25 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
At least he doesn't seem insulted. She's pretty sure she'd lose a fight to a robot. Maybe with a better weapon than her little knife, but who knows? She's not about to press that.

She stares at him all through that explanation.

"This is cool as hell," she murmurs, only half-aware she said that out loud. Not that she's sorry! This whole place is strange and wild and she's not entirely convinced it's not a dream. Or a hallucination. Maybe Mathias finally just fucked her up for good. Cool robot dude who punches evil robot dudes, though? How can she not like that?

"I'm Ellie. Is there a big Hal or are you just Lil Hal for fun?" she asks, one side of her mouth quirking up. Even in a bizarro world situation, her sense of humour is what it is.
whatam_i: (edward_pout)

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-25 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course he did but not that often.

"Because he deserved it." A pause. "....and because he was going to send me to jail."
enduresurvive: (do you hear yourself rn)

[personal profile] enduresurvive 2024-01-25 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Ellie relaxes minutely. This guy really doesn't look dangerous, though she knows you can't judge that by looks. But come on, she could totally take him if he tried anything, right?

He doesn't. He looks as tense as she feels, which probably means they're in this weird ass situation together. Again, not her first go round with this kind of shit. She's getting pretty sick of it, in fact, especially the part where she has absolutely no control over it or idea when it will happen.

"I don't remember seeing you in Mathias," Ellie says. The knocking continues. Mathias. Is that right? Sweet Acres. This is Sweet Acres. She heard that in the broadcast.

"Something is really fucked up here," she says out loud, but she hasn't gotten around to putting her finger on it. She just woke up, so it's understandable.

The knocking stops and they're left in the eerie quiet, the static from the television buzzing softly behind them. It reminds her of a horror movie.
swordlord: (𝕾𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔)

[personal profile] swordlord 2024-01-25 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
(Koby could probably do with something to drink and likely something to eat too. Caretaking wasn't Mihawk's strong suit but he was familiar enough with what it looked like when someone was feeling less than stellar. The obvious dislike of Daisy is mutual and it gives Mihawk some strange hope. Not so blind to authority after all.)

It would probably be counterproductive to her experimentation, yes.

(His own voice is steady, but there is a telling steely glint in his eyes. He was not a man to be caged.)

Wine is wine. (He agrees with a begrudging sigh.

He nods curtly and begins to walk, but he slows his strides so that he can stay close to Koby's side. In a similar way, he too wanted to touch, to confirm reality in his own way. After some time, he decides to throw any caution to the wind and reaches a hand out to rest it in the small of Koby's back. Light, but undeniably supportive. Just in case Koby felt faint.

And just because the point of contact was a bit reassuring.)


Why don't you focus on keeping an eye on a good house and I'll make sure the dogs stay off our backs.
dead_tongue: (bruh)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-25 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why was he going to send you to jail?!" That is not a comforting answer at all!

He might have stepped just a little bit further away.
dead_tongue: (drinks?)

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[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-25 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Poor Lurine.

Ignatius "Iggy" Melville was many things, but remotely affected by female presenting hotties? Not in the way she was probably aiming for.

He turned around and looked over the back of the couch at the goddess descending the stairs.

"Oh my god, I love your robe!"

Yeah.

He shakes her hand enthusiastically enough, though. "Never heard of you. Don't think I'm your target demo. I'm Iggy."

He's interrupted by the radio broadcast, which he listens to with wide eyes.

"Oh, gosh. I dunno. I mean... we're safer in here, right? And there's wine in the fridge. You want some? It's a chardonnay."
whatam_i: (edward_bonesaw)

CW: murder

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-25 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because I accidentally murdered my girlfriend."

Not to mention a couple of others but he's not going to mention that since this kid seems to be getting ready to run.

"Look I'm not going to hurt you, especially since you just saved me from those two jiggling bots."

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