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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!

Prompt One | Prompt Two
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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: (bitch_pls)

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-30 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Ed is absolutely not a fighter, he gets by but usually only if he has a weapon, so he doesn't sneer at her comment. He does however huff at his outfit being called stupid, he looks fabulous thank you very much.

"The creepy clown woman on the TV said this place is called Sweet Acres, a simulation, which I suppose means we could be anywhere or nowhere."
whatam_i: (bitch_pls)

I'm just going to image it was something fabulous ;)

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-30 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Ed rolls his eyes, her annoying attitude and air of danger already reminding him of Barbara Kean.

"So no one but the two of us, which begs the question why? If this is a simulation then why put us in the same house?"
whatam_i: (edward_confused)

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-30 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
His brow goes up further.

"....you were just a pair of sunglasses?"
dead_tongue: (what is this hoodie)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-30 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
This guy seems to know what he's doing! And he's kinda cute. So Iggy follows.

"Yeah! A couple of cute boys, and an AI in a robot body, and a B-movie starlet I think, and a demon porn star!"

He lowers his voice conspiratorially. "I think maybe the demon thinks I'm cute."
whatam_i: (confident_suit)

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-30 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Most people would probably be really weirded out by that list but Ed is from Gotham so it seems rather normal to him.

"That's good, we can use that." He points out, his mind already starting to plot and plan.

"Did any of them have any information about this place?"
thelamia: (Intent on listening)

It WAS!!!

[personal profile] thelamia 2024-01-30 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmmm....an Adam and Eve type of scenario?" Alright, that wasn't quite a serious answer but Lurine tended to take a while before she actually got serious with anyone. It was far easier to play the part of the vapid bimbo with more dollars than sense, at least at the start of any interaction.

Once she got to know someone better, that was when the snake monster underneath would start to come out and play.
dead_tongue: (drinks?)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-30 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do know." He thought longingly of his favourite silk robe at home. Sigh. Well. Maybe this place had a good shopping district?

"I'm into both," he enthused. "I bet I'll suddenly think of something you've been in like, half an hour from now." He wasn't yet aware that they were probably from different worlds.

Iggy got up, casting a worried glance at the radio. "Yeah, it's sort of fucked up. They're pictures of us all over, did you notice?" He went to the fridge and cupboards, getting Lurine a glass of wine and topping up his own.

He handed over her glass with a friendly smile. "Cheers to creepy ugly houses," he said. "I mean, sort of charmingly ugly I guess." His eyes skated back to the radio again - he was completely human and not precisely equipped to fight off a knife wielding maniac.

"This feels a bit like a horror movie."
cheapdivorce: (We've no choice but to go)

Audrey Gravescreams | Trixie Slaughteraxe For President | CRAU

[personal profile] cheapdivorce 2024-01-30 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I. A Knock At the Door

Audrey stirs into consciousness slowly, rubbing her forehead as she looks around the house. This...is not her house. And at the same time, she can't remember what her house is supposed to look like. And that message...something about being "created for a purpose" both makes sense and makes her bristle at the same time. She gets up, glaring at the door.

"Who the fuck is it?" she growls, before blinking. Why does being able to say the word "fuck" feel so relieving?

She's about to make her way to the kitchen (how does she know where it is?) to grab some alcohol before she hears a noise from indoors. She immediately grabs the nearest item (a chair) and calls out.

"Hey, who's there?"

II. Stupid Metal Dog Tricks

Okay, Audrey was going to leave the dogs alone when they were just running around looking for something, but when it turned out that they were specifically looking for organic beings in order to murder them she figured murdering them back was fair play.

She's spent enough time observing them even as they start coming after her, so as one charges she's able to leap back out of the way, the dull metal sword in her hand starting to glow with heat on its edges before she lunges and drives it into the dog's neck before it can attack. It collapses and she grins in triumph, starting to pull her sword out-before it suddenly goes dark and dull, now stuck fast.

"Shit." She starts tugging harder, before she notices more dogs coming her way.

"Cubic shit!" She braces a foot against the side of the destroyed dog, tugging harder while trying to judge the distance.

[OOC: Please note Audrey's permissions, particularly for prompt I!]
dead_tongue: (voila)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-30 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right? I could probably get in on that action! That's hot."

Iggy that's... not what Ed meant you could use.

"Oh, uhm. The AI guy. Hal. He kinda figured out a bunch of stuff right away, so if anyone knows anything I bet it would be him. Plus if this is all like, computer shit, he'd understand it intimately, right?"
timetechs: (081)

[personal profile] timetechs 2024-01-30 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gives Hal a long look. Tilts his head, evaluating.

And then, very deliberately, he bumps their shoulders again.
]

Yeah, I wouldn't accept it. But you definitely need even more socialization than Dirk, so if you don't get it the first time, I'm not gonna be mad or anything, 'kay?
clipon: (021)

[personal profile] clipon 2024-01-30 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ this time, hal bumps back a little. he seems almost embarrassed about it, like he's still consistently being overwhelmed, but he doesn't move away. in fact he scoots a little closer before he nods. ]

I can admit my socialization is woefully inadequate. I appreciate your patience with me.

[ earnest. ]

I'm still not used to feeling things like this. Or at all. Physical sensation, at least. I won't pretend I didn't have thoughts and feelings before, but the feelings part is a lot stronger now for some reason.
snakesona: (04)

[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-31 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ huh. olrox surveys him closely. ]

I know that story. From the mists of Ireland, long ago.
chuanifrinn: (pic#16967957)

[personal profile] chuanifrinn 2024-01-31 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
When we called it Ulster, my father was Lugh of the Tuatha Dé Danann and my mother was Deichtine. Most people are more familiar with King Arthur and Avalon, so that you know the story is refreshing.
whatam_i: (pale skin sexy)

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-31 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
"In theory yes, unless they've messed with his programming and are using him as a spy or something."
whatam_i: (edward_pout)

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-31 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
The face Ed makes at that idea probably isn't very flattering to Lurine's ego, it's a bit like he just tasted sour milk and he scoffs.

"Well that's not happening. So let's think this through, two people alone in a house during a storm while there's a supposed killer on the loose. Sounds like a bad horror movie."
doublycursed: (014)

[personal profile] doublycursed 2024-01-31 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
The bots go staggering once again, but it looks like they're just not to be dissuaded by mild force, because they just try to turn the flirt up to eleven. "Looks like this one enjoys dealing out some rough treatment," the female one purrs, sticking her chest out.

"Looks like you two don't know when to get a clue!" Izutsumi spits, up on her toes as she peers over Lurine's shoulder, in full fight mode even though she's. You know. Hiding behind someone. "You're just lucky I don't even want to touch you!"

"Aw, sounds like someone is a bit shy," the male one coos. "It's okay, we'll give you a real education."

Izutsumi makes a sound of pure disgust, not unlike a cat spitting up a hairball. Much more of this and she's going to stop hiding and force herself to start kicking.
doublycursed: (010)

[personal profile] doublycursed 2024-01-31 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Despite Koby's supposition, Izutsumi keeps going for a few more seconds, gnawing dents into the metal of the weird monster. She draws back, then, and seeing it laying unmoving on the grass makes her nod with satisfaction. Yes, she has killed the monster.

She stands, and what little amount of time she had to enjoy being satisfied dwindles away as she takes in their surroundings. Everything is so wide open, and the houses are strange, and the storm she'd heard and smelled is nowhere to be seen. The grass underneath her feet is warm from the sun, and that's about the only nice thing she knows right now--

A tree to their left seems to... flicker. And then it turns into a completely different kind of tree.

"What the hell!" Izutsumi spits. "That whole tree just changed! What is this stupid place!"

She scampers over to go sniff at it.

"This doesn't look like any place I've ever been," she finally replies, quiet and unsure. "Even the houses look weird to me. And the streets. And there are no birds."
cheapdivorce: (With an angel behind)

Dogs

[personal profile] cheapdivorce 2024-01-31 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Get out of the way before I hit you!" calls a voice, as Audrey comes running towards the sound of fighting. She's holding a sword that seems like it's made of dull black metal, but as she gets closer its edges start glowing with heat. Despite her call, she doesn't really pause to make sure Izutsumi is out of the way before impaling the dog through one of its eyes, twisting the sword to try and make sure it's properly destroyed.

She's scuffed up and bleeding, but there's a gleam of determination and slight viciousness in her eyes. "Whatever they're made of, it's hard as hell." She tries to tug the sword out, then pauses when it doesn't budge. "Oh, come the fuck on! Why does this keep happening?"
cheapdivorce: (We've no choice but to go)

Please Wait (Also hi fellow CRAU player) (cw: slight innuendo-y joke)

[personal profile] cheapdivorce 2024-01-31 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Audrey comes into the living room carrying a chair in front of her, and while she relaxes slightly upon seeing Ellie she doesn't put it down yet.

"Audrey," she says. "Did you also get a message from that clown-faced weirdo?" She pauses at the question. "Oh...yeah. Whoever it is has been banging that door pretty hard and long, haven't they?"
addickted: (Default)

[personal profile] addickted 2024-01-31 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Angel is extremely leggy and arm-y, but he's surprisingly cuddly. For a spider. He also makes soft little hissy sounds of contentment, and absently smooths Iggy's clothes as he talks. "See, I knew ya would. Gotta good vibe from ya, Red, from the moment I saw ya. I know that kinda shit."

Then he makes a face, scrunching his nose up. "Are the fuckin' Catholics a thing in your universe too? Those fuckers are everywhere."

Have an affectionate hair-fluff, Iggy. "That's defeatist talk, babycakes, ya talk like that, the terrorists win."
dead_tongue: (smiiiile)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-31 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"My name is Iggy," he says with a grin. "It's short for Ignatius."

He giggles silently again. "Yes! Yes, they are. We must be very close in universes."

That very nearly gets him to laugh out loud again. "I'll keep trying! I'll get thete!"
kobes: ([neutral] backlit)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-31 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Right. By...talking about them. [It seems very out-there, but that might be because most of the issues Koby's used to are things like...murder. He can't imagine those being resolved by talking. But the last part he can understand, nodding slowly.] I...want it to be mine. I've always wanted to keep people safe and protect them. Even when I was a little kid.

[The amount of touching is a little strange to Koby, but it's not...bad. Just unusual. He can count the times he's been touched gently on one hand.]

I...thank you. That's nice of you. [Koby stays all scrunched up, but he manages a little smile.] At least it was my choice to enlist. Even if it wasn't the right one, I made it by myself. Nobody forced me. That's...something, right?
dead_tongue: (introspection)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-31 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
You sound like you're a really sweet person.

[Iggy reaches over to squeeze Koby's hand briefly.]

It is. Having agency in your own life... [His lips press together briefly.]

People who have always had it don't realise what a big deal it is.
dead_tongue: (bruh)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-31 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Ohhh."

Iggy frowns. "I don't think they are. He figured out lies they were telling us."
kobes: ([down] saddest meowmeow)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-31 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, well, rest in peace, little mailbox. We barely knew ye, etc., etc.

Koby steps outside slowly, bracing himself like he's expecting the sun to burn him somehow. Instead it's warm, but not -- not right, not as warm as it should be. Koby knows the sun, knows thirst and exhaustion and sweating through his shirt in the heat of the day, out on the middle of the open sea, no shade anywhere. That kind of sun is bright, like this sun, but there's none of that blazing, inescapable brilliance. It feels...fake, somehow.

The altered tree makes him jump, still holding that vase -- he's definitely going to end up chucking it at someone's head, just you wait. Then he slowly follows Izutsumi over to the tree, hesitating for a moment before reaching out and touching the trunk, fingertips first. "It...feels real. But I -- I saw it change. I heard the storm, earlier, but now it's gone." It's so wrong. It's so wrong.

Swallowing hard, he pulls his hand away, looking downwards, then venturing: "Do you...remember that woman? She was talking to me, before I woke up, telling me this was my home, that I belonged here. Did she tell you that too?"

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