[TEST DRIVE #1]

[directrice]

TEST DRIVE #1

"Sit up straight, Inmate! Do you slouch like that in front of your mother? Have some self-respect-- no one else is going to have it for you!"

The demanding voice rouses you from your slumber. In the blink of an eye, you've found yourself some place. . . different! Let's take a brief look into what your new life as an inmate at the Edge of Reverie will entail.

PROMPT I: Respect for the Dead (???)

[This month, your assignment from the Warden is. . . to go grave robbing?? Some elaborate and lavish mausoleums have appeared in the cemetery, and if you could somehow get inside, there's probably plenty of treasure for you to pilfer. The only problem is that each and ever mausoleum is shut tightly with an iron-barred gate. Perhaps those with super strength of mad lockpicking skills can brute force their way inside?]

[Once you do manage to get inside, you'll find some treasure! Everything from golden jewelry to fancy clothing to elaborate artwork. . . it's all yours for the taking! Except. . . when you touch it, you start to feel kind of. . . weird?]

[Jewelry: You start to feel very envious of what those around you have that you have not. And no matter how hard you try to quash that envy, you just want to take their stuff for yourself.

Clothing: You feel very vain, and just have to show off to those you meet. Look at this coat, isn't it to die for? You worked sooooo hard to get it! Wouldn't they love to have one of these for themselves? Haha, it's too bad that they can't!

Artwork: The entire world suddenly seems oh-so beautiful, and you simply must express this fact. That person you're talking to? They're gorgeous, and all you want to do is hold their hand or touch their cheek or play with their hair. Wow, who knew art could make someone so touchy-feely?

Misc: Feel free to make up your own effect that's associated with some kind of objects that doesn't fall into one of the categories above! Any type of compulsion will do, be it harmless and silly or dangerous and maybe a little violent. Have fun!]

PROMPT II: Get Jiggy With It

[The jukebox in Theo's diner is blasting some tunes today! It cycles from song to song, some of them low and melancholy, and some of them upbeat and bouncy. And some of them might sound familiar. . .?]

[Either way, as soon as you hear the music, your body starts to move on its own volition in time to the music. Whoa! It's time to dance!! The only way to clear the compulsion to dance is to find a partner and boogie down. But hey, maybe this is a great way to meet new people?]

PROMPT III: Team Bonding. . .?

[So. . . you're locked in your dorm. With the other members of your team. And with the instructions, so "helpfully" provided by the Warden, to get to know each other better. Today is going to be a fun day!!]

[At least there's a helpful list of team building activities posted on the (locked) front door to give you some guidance:]

[1) Do a trust fall!
2) Play charades!
3) Ask someone a super embarrassing question!
4) Give someone a kiss!
5) Punch someone in the face!!]

[. . . hm! Well! You can also make up other "team-building" exercises as you wish, and assume they are also on the list. Have fun!!]

PROMPT IV: La Lune

[You know what they say about monsters and the full moon, right? Well. . . tonight, the clocktower's hands have shifted: the hour hand points to XIII, and the minute hand points to V. Tonight's moon is bright and crisp and clear in the sky, and whatever possession has a hold of you may be a little. . . ah. Stronger than it normally is]

[Those with full-on possessions may find themselves temporarily controlled by whatever entity is residing in their body. Those with nothing more than monster instincts may find them wishing to follow their ID more often than not-- a little nibble on someone here or there, nothing more. And those who are fortunate enough to still 100% be themselves will be. . . well. Unaffected! Aren't you lucky?]

[Be careful. Life in the Edge of Reverie isn't all fun and games.]

PROMPT V: The Wildcard

[Make up your own prompts! You can use any part of the setting as inspiration. Have fun!]

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OOC READ ME: You can pick whatever team and monster you want for your character and go with it for the TDM! At this point, however, TDM threads will not be canon since teams and monsters aren't official yet.

The game will open on October 2 at some nebulous time!! Whenever I wake up and feel like posting the intro log, basically.

Apps are now open, but I won't be responding to them until closer to the 2nd. Probably I'll have all initial teams sorted and done by the 1st but waggles hands. WHENEVER I GET TO IT, REALLY.

Also, please bear in mind the invite policy for this game. Thank you so much for your interest, and have fun!

ETA: CELI MADE A DISCORD SO FEEL FREE TO JOIN!!

Comments

[laughitoff]

i. graverobbing

[well here's a guy who kind of looks like he belongs in a cemetery, pale and lanky and dressed in black robes with red accents. there's a pair of black fox ears on his head and a matching tail switching back and forth behind him in interest, as he surveys one of the mausoleums and the possibilities of getting inside. he'll say, to no one in particular:]

Isn't this a little bit on the nose?

iii. team bonding

[he's sprawled in an untidy seat on the floor as he surveys the list, but he doesn't seem as interested in it as he is in the bottles of alcohol he swiped from Liz's Pool Hall. there's one open in his hand and a couple of others stood up beside him]

Eh...why don't we just have a drink together instead? That counts, right?

v. wildcard

[idk man if you want something else i'm here for a good time]

[survivaltricks]

[staring at his ears. . . because they're cute. . .]

[then snaps back to himself with a shake of his head, wings twitching behind him]

Juuuuust a little bit. I'm surprised we're being expected to do more crimes.

[laughitoff]

[they're very cute and fluffy!! his wings are getting eyed as well]

Maybe they're testing our capabilities as criminals and we should do it badly? What do you think?

[survivaltricks]

[the wings seem to stretch out a li'l more as Wei Wuxian eyes them, whether Akira is conscious of it or not. they're tiny! little bird wings, no bigger than like. . . a foot. he definitely can't fly with them]

[mutters quietly to himself]

Again. . .?

[and then, a little louder]

Or maybe they're testing how good we are at resisting temptation?

[laughitoff]

Or that! Either way, aren't things kind of pointing to 'just don't do it'? There's so many other possible activities.

[survivaltricks]

[nods in agreement]

You're right; there are. Like leaving the graveyard entirely to get milkshakes.

[laughitoff]

[winks at him]

I'm game if you are!

[survivaltricks]

Then it's settled. Today, we will not be the stars of our very own horror movie.

[and with that? he turns on his heel to EXIST STAGE LEFT]

[laughitoff]

It was a little nostalgic, but I'm sure we can come back to it next week if we feel like it.

[trots after him, humming under his breath a little]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . tilts his head over his shoulder to peer at his companion like ???]

Nostalgic?

iii

[mountanoffensive]

[Sniffing in the general direction of the open bottle]

Why does it smell so strange?

[laughitoff]

[hORSE?]

Ah...have you never encountered alcohol before?

[mountanoffensive]

I don't remember Rider ever having anything like it around.

[laughitoff]

[is booze even good for horses. he has no idea. this horse is talking to him. holy shit]

Hm, well, why don't you give it a small taste and see how it suits you, then? We should have a bowl around here somewhere...

[mountanoffensive]

Does it really taste good if it smells like that? It smells like old fruit.

[laughitoff]

It's fermented, fermented! Let your tongue be the final arbiter, not your nose!

[he finds a container somewhere and pours a little of the bottle out for her, offering it over]

[mountanoffensive]

[Still looks unsure but sticking muzzle in the container to slurp up some of the liquid]

Oh, it's actually really sweet!

[laughitoff]

See? Well, it's not the best kind there is, but it's pretty good for a prison.

[he'll add a little more to the bowl. surely horse tolerance can deal. he doesn't know that much about animal husbandry but they're bigger than humans]

[mountanoffensive]

It's much better than the toilet raisin juice Glendale found in the other prison. Though I really didn't expect to be in this situation again...

iii

[freearcadia]

[The one-eyed man with black feathery wings and red scales going up his neck and forearms nodded]

Agreed, a drink makes men more honest than any kind of forced "fun".

[With that, Harlock takes the opposite seat]

[laughitoff]

[laughs and offers him one of the unopened bottles]

I don't have much against fun either, but most of these are a little much for strangers.

[freearcadia]

[Harlock gave a nod of thanks and he opens the bottle, making careful use of his claws]

Hm, I am disinclined to listen to those that claim authority without reason or justification.

[And for a moment he can imagine how badly his crew would take such 'team-building exercises']

[laughitoff]

I think we're all a little bit resentful of being suddenly thrown in prison, no? Though it's certainly not what I expected, either.

iii

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[This other Kitsune - with six tails - is going to nod and....grab a chair, because he is old and if he gets on the floor his back will pay for it later.]

Most certainly. What kind of spirit is it, may I ask?

Re: iii

[laughitoff]

Hmmm...

[examines the labels for the first time, then holds one up in offering]

I just grabbed the nearest bottles, so...how does "The King's Ginger" sound?