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 ⤴

Comments

olrox | castlevania nocturne

[snakesona]

( i. sketchy tv ) cw: murder, violence, blood

[ olrox had mostly been taking it all in. poking at the technology, looking at the textures. this was a home. so neat, so orderly, so clean. so baffling. he ran a finger over the coffee table, rubs his fingers together with a secretive smile. and that's when the tv turns on to show a rather shocking scene.

olrox takes that, a little impassive, a little smile. a little of everything and everything of nothing. ]

Well. What a surprise.

( ii. sexbots )

[ olrox had meant to shrug off the touch. violence at this time of night would be annoying. and he's not one to lose his cool. but then the features of this . . . being shifts into mizrak.

it was enough to give himself away. to freeze up and stare, to wonder at the sudden change, to miss —

with a snarl, he tears his arm away, doing his best to regain his countenance, his voice fully of ice displeasure. ]

That will be all. Thank you.

( iii. wildcard )

[ got a prompt in mind? hit me up or pm this journal. ]

ii

[givehead]

(Dirk is observing the whole situation nearby, leaning up against a tree, and that reaction- oooh man.

He gives a low whistle.)

Enemy or an ex?

[snakesona]

[ is mizrak his enemy now? olrox cannot fathom mizrak turning his sword on him. but his parting words have been brutal. not wrong, but brutal all the same. either way, that chapter has closed. ]

Must it be one or the other?

[givehead]

You got me there, man.

(God knows his ex was a bit of both at different points depending on the timeline. In any case? Dirk feels for the dude.)

He was hot, for what it's worth. You got good taste. Seems like he could kick some serious ass.

[snakesona]

[ olrox smiles, oh so pleasant. ]

He was a knight. That did entail some level of "ass".

[givehead]

A knight, huh? My brother was sort of a knight.

(In his own way. Probably not the kind that this guy was though.)

What does that make you? You look a lil more on the fancy side.

[snakesona]

Me? I'm hardly that esteemed. Certainly not a knight or a lord of any kind.

[ his green eyes glint, serpentine. ]

I am merely Olrox.

[givehead]

No? (Dirk's skeptical, glancing the guy over, though the gesture is hidden behind his shades.)

Well, merely Olrox, I'm Dirk. Dirk Strider. If it makes you feel better, pretty sure those bots are just talented at tapping into that part of our subconscious. Attraction is fairly base level shit.

[snakesona]

[ olrox smiles, congenial. ]

Is that so? Do you feel attraction often then?

[givehead]

(It's the kind of smile that's difficult to ignore. Dirk smirks mildly, shrugging.)

Guilty as charged. I have a deep- (A pause. He tips his head and this time he moves his head as he looks Olrox over before looking back up toward his face.) Deep appreciation for men. Can't help it when ya'll walk around lookin' like dreams come true.

[snakesona]

[ oh, that prompts a dry chuckle, silver to the ears. ]

I had no idea we had a poet in our midst.

[givehead]

(Well shit. He smiles a bit more genuinely. Please do not give him positive attention, Olrox.)

Aw shit, now you're just being mean. I ain't a poet. I'm just a lonely bastard in front of an absolute babe.

[snakesona]

Is that not what a poet is?

II

[chuanifrinn]

[Have this asshole perched somewhere above you like some kind of obtrusive gargoyle seizing on a moment. He'll alert you to his presence with a low whistle of mock apprehension.]

Passionate response. Did it hit too close to home or cross your boundaries?

[Lancer's smile is a bit too sharp for this to be an innocent question, more playful than anything else.]

[snakesona]

[ still shaken, his expression hasn't settled back in his usual congeniality. they spark, green serpentine as they settle on lancer. ]

Is there a difference?

[chuanifrinn]

[Lancer doesn't seem too put out and like the good sport that he is he doesn't latch on to the stranger's obvious emotional hiccup. Instead he level's back at him with his own crimson gaze, smile still locked in place.]

Depends on whether or not that little interaction felt like a puncture wound or a mosquito bite.

[snakesona]

[ olrox chuckles, velveteen. ]

Biting metaphors? You know your audience.

[chuanifrinn]

[distracting him with flattery? it works, at least for now, enough to lure him down from his perch in one fluid movement.]

It takes more concentrated effort than fighting, but eyeing the details has benefits. You're different.

[to emphasize his point lancer sharpens his own grin revealing pronounced canines, but nothing quite as sinister as his new acquaintance.]

[snakesona]

[ olrox merely smiles, collected. the vision of mizrak has all but faded. even his last words do not ring in his mind. ]

You flatter me. I'd hardly call myself unique.

[chuanifrinn]

No? Well you're something other than human, there's a different air and sound about you.

[something abstract enough to catch his attention anyway, and he's not unfamiliar with beings like olrox, but he is different from those he's come across.]

[snakesona]

Well-spotted.

I am a vampire.

[chuanifrinn]

[lancer drops into a squat now resting his chin on his knuckles, interested and giving all the appearance of a person intrigued and not afraid or trepidatious.]

Ooooh...so what kind of vampire are you? A Dead Apostle, a True Ancestor, Lamyros maybe?

[snakesona]

[ hmm. ]

I'm afraid I am unfamiliar with those terms.

[chuanifrinn]

Really?

[and with a supernatural burst of speed Lancer is invading Olrox's space, oblivious to decorum. Peering into his face, circling him curiously, all while tapping his chin thoughtfully]

I have a lot to learn. Aside from being a vampire of passions there's something else.

[Otherworldly? He stops and grins wolfishly]

That means I'm something else too.

[snakesona]

[ olrox possesses enough steel in his spine not to flinch from the sudden movement and the lack of personal space, though his smile flickers. ]

And this merits my interest?