JANUARY 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to January’s Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: NEW YEAR'S.

All Test Drive Memes contain at least one clue to the Deerington's upcoming in-game events for the month! Keep your eyes peeled! But...not literally.

Characters may die during TDMs, but you do not need to count it towards a game-canonical death unless you want to. Consider it a freebie. All TDMs can be considered game canon as TDMs introduce minor aspects about the world of Deerington that can be revisited by characters later on in the game. You may also use TDMs for your application writing sample as well as AC.

CW: Mind alteration, alcohol, options for self-harm, knife violence.

Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

YOU BETTER GET THIS PARTY STARTED

It's party night at the Grady Hotel and the hosts are pulling out all the stops. Champagne, funny hats, pictures, great music, and a wonderful countdown clock that let's everyone know just how much closer they're getting to the end of what has probably been a pretty crazy year for everyone. The glasses never seem to empty themselves and the citizens serving them out to people seem to be making extra sure that everyone has one for themselves. Regardless of whether or not you usually like champagne, anyone with a glass in their hands will eventually be tempted to take a sip, especially the closer it gets to midnight - the bubbles make you giggly, friendly, talkative in a way that you may never have been before. It lifts up just about anyone's spirits, no matter how rough of a time they've had before (or during their time in) Deerington. It doesn't seem to get you drunk, no matter how much you drink, but it definitely makes you more euphoric. Enough so that you might start to think you can do anything; tell someone how you really feel about them, compliment whoever you've had your eye on all night and see if they want to spend more time together, make up with someone you've been fighting with lately, do a magic trick you never were able to master, or even something as drastic as fly when you know you can't. Hopefully you start off trying to jump from a chair, but there is definitely roof access for those who are a little more daring - maybe someone a little more sober will have the wherewithal to stop you before it's too late.

There is also plenty of entertainment happening in various parts of the room. A table with beer pong for the adults who never outgrew their college days, a dart board, card games in the back, and a game called Guess the Candy for those who want to test their sweet tooth. Anyone who wins a round of any game will get rewarded with a small gift from home (no bigger than a toaster). Unfortunately will disappear once you leave the party, so make sure to enjoy it while you can.

The dance floor is also lively, the music upbeat and easy to move to no matter what your personal tastes might be. If you want a random dancing partner, take a dance card! Each one has a random, glowing number on it and it's your goal to find the person who matches. Once you do, no matter who it is, you'll find yourself literally stuck together (hopefully just by your hands, but it can be any body part) and will have to go through an entire dance (or maybe even two) with them before you come unstuck.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Everyone starts to gather around the countdown clock as it nears midnight, and when it's down to ten seconds, obviously you've got to start counting too! Everyone seems to be having such a good time as they shout out each number (10! 9! 8!) and you might not even notice the way some of the people around you have started to get a little... twitchy? (7! 6! 5!) Or the way some are starting to get more handsy, pushing themselves up close to whomever is beside them. (4! 3! 2!) And it isn't until they all shout 1! in unison that the room seems to shift in two very different moods.

If you're lucky, the person next to you will just have the urge to kiss you - and you might even have the urge to kiss them back! After all, sharing a kiss at midnight is supposed to bring you good luck for the rest of the year. And with the way everyone else is starting to act, you might need it. For some, the urge to kiss might be stronger than just a chaste peck. For those who find themselves wanting to get a little more intense, it might be best to try to sneak out the back and head back to your place. The moment you step outside into the cold air, though, the urges seem to disappear - unless, of course, you were in the mood all on your own.

If you're unlucky, there's a murderous rage that runs through you, and there seems to be a table of weapons near by to help encourage a messy time. Various knives, swords, machetes, and other blades are laid out, enough for almost everyone. You might find yourself driven to plunge your weapon into the closest person, or maybe someone you've hated for a long time, and even more - maybe someone you've loved. Whoever it is, the image of their face will be burned into your mind and you'll do everything you can to try and make them bleed. Hopefully they can fight for their life - or at least evade your attacks until they can trick you into going outside. Like the desire for love, the desire for murder will also disappear the moment that someone steps outside, regardless of whether or not they did so on purpose or just to try and hurt whoever they're after.

Character Arrival

You can read how all characters arrive in Deerington here.

There is not a collective "all these characters showed up at the exact same moment" occurrence in Deerington. Since characters fall asleep, die, or pass out at various times throughout all their worlds, it wouldn't make too much sense if they arrived in game all at the exact same time. There should be some discrepancy between character arrival, whether by a couple minutes, hours, or even days up to a week.

The players are entirely in control of how/when they want to play their characters arriving in Deerington. For TDMs, you can play it like your character has just arrived and that can be maintained as your game canon, or you can wait until game events for that moment. Or you don't need to acknowledge it at all. The flexibility for character allows a bit more of an organic feel to the character arrival situation, so please play it to whatever feels right for you.

If you are interested in having an "arrival" introduction for one of your TDM prompts, you are more than welcome to explore that option.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Fenris doesn’t hesitate to take Cullen’s hand during his efforts to get up onto his feet. His injury is still bad. He can feel the wound threatening to reopen when he twists or bends a certain way. But once he is upright, his legs do most of the work and he’s able to keep his torso relatively static. The first thing he does is glance around their surroundings. The room they are in looks big, like a ballroom of sorts. He spots the door and gestures to it.

“There is the exit,” he points out, beginning to head in that direction. He isn’t sure why, but he gets the foreboding sense that something is off about this place. The architecture doesn’t seem to be Orlaisian, and he’s positive it’s not of Tevinter either. Fereldan, perhaps? Knowing now that his memory has been tampered with, Fenris realizes that he could be anywhere. But Cullen mentioned the Inquisition, so he hopes they are just in some noble’s mansion. ‘A noble with strange tastes’, he thinks as he glances at some of the sculptures.

They exit the ballroom with relative ease, and Fenris feels--something pass over him. It reminds him of a spell fading away or an illusion breaking. He glances back at the party and wrinkles his nose in distaste. Blood magic may not be involved, but it’s otherworldly, whatever it is.

As he looks at the foyer, massive in size but seemingly completely abandoned, he frowns. “I doubt we are going to find any of our companions in this place.” There is a restaurant, he notices, but no one inside. Looking toward the north side of the building, he sees the door leading to the outside of the hotel. It’s pitch dark out, the transparent doors reflecting what little light exists in the foyer.

“There.” He begins heading that way regardless of whether or not Cullen follows. He wants to get as far away from that deranged party as possible.

Fenris might be keeping his exact thoughts to himself but they mirror those in Cullen's mind. He has travelled a reasonable amount of Thedas, although the lands to the North are more of a mystery to him, and nothing he sees here reminds him of anything he has seen before at home, or reflects what he has heard of Antiva or Rivain. But there's many places, townships and kingdoms with different styles. They could simply be... somewhere highly unique.

That is what he hopes, but as they head through the foyer (or is it a vestibule?) he has a sinking feeling that none of this is going to end well.

But he walks with Fenris, keeping close to him, for fear that the potion won't last long, that the wound will open further, and they may have more difficulty finding someone who is able to help. As they're almost at the doors, Cullen spots something behind the empty reception desk and goes to grab it. It's not quite like a healer's satchel, but the strange box catches his eye, and- thank the Maker- it seems to contain rolls of bandages, amongst other medical looking supplies.

"Fenris!" He say,s before the man can leave altogether. "We should take some of these."

Just the idea that someone (or something) could be messing with his memories has Fenris on edge. So when Cullen calls his name, pulling him from the tunnel-visioned retreat from this strange hotel, he gives a startled jerk. He winces, the pain in his side intensifying as he slowly turns to look back at the Knight-Captain. (’Commander, now. Stop forgetting.’)

It’s all worth it when he sees the medical supplies, though. Even just having some bandages could mean the difference between life and death. They have no idea what is waiting for them outside, and the reflective windows aren’t providing any clues either.

He walks slowly but steadily over to Cullen, eyeing the bandages. There is also ointment of some kind, a stitching kit—no elfroot or potions, it appears. But maybe there is something similar.

“I wouldn’t know what to make of that,” Fenris says, gesturing to the tube. He thinks the ointment is called ANTI-BACTERIAL, but he can’t really read it. “If you know what it is, I’d feel more confident using it. Either way, we should probably bandage our wounds properly with those.” He points a gauntleted hand to the rest of the supplies. There could be more things in there, but Fenris doesn’t recognize them. They don’t seem like they’re from any medical kit he’s ever seen before. Where are the herbs? The vials? There’s a few things called BAND-AID (???), but he spots tweezers and scissors as well. At least it’s not all foreign to him.

“I am skilled at bandaging wounds, but I may need…assistance getting the bandage fully around my torso without ripping the wound open again,” he admits reluctantly as he takes off his gauntlets. Underneath is thin black leather that covers most of the top of his hand, but the lyrium markings can clearly be seen on his palms and along his fingers. He moves to get his chest armor off as well, revealing the brown tunic underneath with gold trim, blood stained where the wound on his side is.