January 2024 Test Drive Meme: Our First!

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Welcome to the Simulation: Our First Test Drive

Taken | Reserves | Application | Activity | TDM Questions | Premise | FAQ | Calendar Full Navigation 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. back to top ⤴

[ 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? back to top ⤴

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Edward Nygma| Gotham| OTA

[whatam_i]

Inside the House
cw: potential mention of violence, murder, crime, death.

Knock Knock!
Whose there?

Well that's just one of the many questions that Edward has when he wakes up on a couch that is far too small for him, his neck already hurting from the angle he was asleep in. He slowly sits up, feeling groggy but also not all that shocked at the sudden change in scenery.

This isn't the first time he's woken up somewhere strange and it probably won't be the last.

"Great." He mutters to himself as he hauls himself up from the couch, adjusting the green suit he's wearing. "Where did you land us this time?"

After grabbing a fire poker from the living room he starts to investigate the house, moving from room to room and when he stumbles across another person he nearly bludgeons them, the only thing that stops him is the sudden announcement.

".....considering that announcement just said to NOT trust strangers, give me one good reason I shouldn't smash your head in."


The Sex Bots
cw: sex, bad pick up lines, jiggly bits

Edward has never been a fan of stereotypical beauty conventions, his tastes run more towards people with freckles, glasses, or prominent noses. Perfection is a myth and he'd rather a person with flaws that he can find endearing. So when a pair of vacant eyed beauties, one male and one female, come up to him and start hitting on him he is not only suspicious he is also slightly offended.

"What tells you what you want to hear, but hurts you when the truth is clear?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

The bots look at one another, standing eerily still and for a second Edward thinks he can hear a high pitched noise, almost like a modem connecting to a phone line. Suddenly there's a loud 'clunk' noise and the bots both twitch, their bodies jerking as if they were attached to an invisible wire.

Ed takes a step back, the answer is 'a liar' which is what these two obviously are if they're hitting on HIM but before he can even finish the riddle and thus his snappy comment they surge forward. Trying to grab him.

"Hey!" Backpedaling quickly he just barely manages to evade their hands, the male flexes his biceps while the female smooshes her breasts together in what might be a seductive manner if not for the horrible dead expression on her face.

"Oooh baby, give it to me, give it to me."

The two flexing, jiggling bots start to advance and Ed only has a second to decide on the best course of action which in this case is to turn tail and run.

"Help!! I'm being attacked by overly sexual morons!!!!"

[doublycursed]

After her own encounter with the horrible sex bots and their horrible jiggly bits, Izutsumi has decided on a mission for the moment: Rescue Other Victims From The Weird Sex Monsters. Bots aren't a thing in her world, so she's thinking of them as monsters -- weird monsters with metal on the inside but they look like people. Yes, it's confusing. It's the best she's got.

The cry of another person being assaulted catches her ear, and Izutsumi bounds in for the rescue.

"Stop being overly sexual! It's weird and creepy and nobody likes it!"

She throws herself forward, clawed feet smashing into the male sex monster's face, which gets thrown back with such violence that it sounds like his neck snaps, and then he does what she's seen earlier; turns into strange dust, drifting away on the wind. The female seems to not even notice, and doesn't even try to resist when Izutsumi latches her fangs into the monster's throat, tearing out fake skin and metal and wires. She, too, turns to dust.

Izutsumi spits out the metal bits in her mouth with a supreme yuck face, and those, too, vanish.

"Bleh. Gross." She scrubs at her tongue. "Who let these things run free. Who's stupid idea was that." She glances at the guy she just saved, and says, grudging and awkward, "Are you okay?"

[whatam_i]

Ed isn't above letting other people fight his battles so he is happy to let this strange person take on the jiggly sex bots, crouching behind a nearby car to watch the massacre. The fact that the bots just whisper away on the wind is interesting but what's more interesting is this young ladies fighting skills and claws.

"Yes, I'm fine." He says as he carefully comes out from behind his hiding spot, looking at her curiously.

"You've seen these things before?"

[doublycursed]

"Yeah. Two hours ago one of them shoved her breasts in my face," Izutsumi says, obviously highly unimpressed with the memory. "And then some guy talked about a Cybertruck or something. It was stupid. Some guy in dark glasses saved me."

At least the guy is okay. And saving him felt... cool? Izutsumi never did figure out what she wanted to do with her life after their big adventure in the Dungeon, and she doesn't know if she feels particularly called to be a hero or whatever, but it's pretty cool to intervene and get to kick something.

She wonders if this whole situation -- being trapped in a weird town -- can be solved by kicking something. Maybe? She'd just have to find the right person.

"Do you know where we are?" she asks the guy, arms folded over her chest, tail flickering in irritation behind her. "Because I woke up on some couch with some stupid clown thing talking at me. And now there's things called 'bots', whatever they are." She lifts her head, staring past the guy's shoulder, eyes narrowed. "And I think there's more coming."

[whatam_i]

"No idea, I woke up under similar circumstances." He says when she mentions the couch and the clown, which when you come from Gotham is something you just naturally distrust immediately. Clowns always mean trouble.

"What? Where??" He asks, flinching and looking around warily. "Perhaps we should get off the street."

[doublycursed]

Izutsumi points down the street, where at least three more of the weird sex bots are striding toward them. They don't look like they've spotted them yet, though, so they're not coming right for them.

Getting off the street is a good idea, so Izutsumi hurries toward an alleyways between two shops, slipping into the cover of shadow that it provides. She crouches down behind a big metal thing that she can't identify (it's different from the other metal things with wheels that she also can't identify), and gestures.

"There's no sex bots here, come on! Before they spot you!"

[whatam_i]

She doesn't have to tell Ed twice to hide, he is not a trained fighter but damn if he doesn't know how to survive, so he dashes into the same alley and hunkers down next to her.

"There has to be a reason why these things have been released, an objective."

jiggle jiggle

[dead_tongue]

"Hey, I'm an overly sexual moron," is what the tall redhead peering into one of the shop windows says as Ed streaks by. He actually looks then, and then gestures wildly.

"Oh! Here, come back here! Hurry up, they're gaining!"

[whatam_i]

Ed hazards a look back and sees that the ginger is right, the male is gaining, the female meanwhile is making threatening smacking noises with her duck lips.

He has no idea what the kid thinks he can do but Ed has no problem putting others in harms way if it means saving his own ass so he veers towards him.

"Do something!!! I don't want to die from silicone suffocation!!!"

[dead_tongue]

Iggy snorts. "That's so stupid," he mutters. But he lets Ed hide behind him and faces the bots as they advance.

"You can't have my credit card information," he tells them dryly. "I know there are no hot singles in my area. Mark as spam. Block."

The bots freeze, aside from a few jiggles, then glitch out of existence.

Iggy claps his hands happily and turns around.

"Isn't that neat?!"

[whatam_i]

Edward is relieved when the jiggling stops but when the bots glitch out of existence his curiosity is piqued and he carefully peeks around the scrawny ginger kid to watch.

".....that's it? No explosion?"

He almost sounds disappointed.

[dead_tongue]

"What? No."

Iggy looks at him like maybe he's a little dumb.

"They're like, pornbots. You know? They're not like... actually, I dunno how it works. I just figured you treat them like real ones.

"Did you want them to explode?"

[whatam_i]

"It would have been more satisfying." He says and clears his throat, adjusting his rumpled suit a little.

"I've never heard of living pornbots before. Interesting."

the sex bots

[clipon]

"A liar." The strange, almost-human but slightly metallic voice comes from behind him, as he's running, because a young robot guy is also running. but instead of doing anything wild or crazy action movie style to save the guy, he just turns around, tilts his head, and gives them a look.

They both flicker out of existence and then he turns back toward him, shrugging his shoulders. "They're just bots, bro. All you have to do is block them and they're gone. It's like, just think of a button that says 'block' on it, and imagine you're pressing it. Then they can't bug you anymore. Or you could hit them, they explode if you do that."

He seems extremely calm about this whole thing, almost deadpan, but he's also encountered these things a lot today. "Watching them disappear is kind of cathartic."

[whatam_i]

Ed slowly stops running when he sees the bots flicker out of existence, turning to face the young man who saved him with a frown.

"Yes well, had I know it was that easy I would have just hit them with a tire iron." Not that he has one, but if this place is going to be as weird as Gotham perhaps he should find one just in case.

"How do you know so much about them anyways? Did you send them?"

[clipon]

"A tire iron would work. Touching them directly seems to have a negative effect, but only if the contact isn't violent. I'm not sure yet how permanent it is."

At the accusation, he crosses his arms over his chest, expression still flat.

"If I sent them, why would I be destroying them? Besides, if I were to make some minions they'd be more advanced than 'fuck me, daddy.'"

[whatam_i]

"What do you mean negative effect? What happens if they touch you?"

[clipon]

"Oh, you turn into a sex fiend. A real 'casanova' type." He makes literal finger quotes as he says it, and seems oddly pleased with himself for doing so.

[whatam_i]

"How distasteful." Edward says while making a face. "How did you find that out? Were you touched or have you just been observing others?"

Inside The House

[thelamia]

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.

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

[whatam_i]

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?"

Damn Twitter!!

[thelamia]

"Sure thing, sweetheart." Alright, now she was just being deliberately annoying because she could. It was one of Lurine's more terrible traits. At least now he didn't seem inclined to attack her.

She shook her head no. "Not that I've seen. And it's not all that big of a house." Not like her own was.

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

[whatam_i]

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?"

It WAS!!!

[thelamia]

"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.

[whatam_i]

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."