( TDM | #6 )

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TDMs can be used for anyone interested in the game and/or testing out a new muse.

Test Drive samples are encouraged to be used for your application sample, though they are NOT a requirement.

Feel free to use one prompt, multiple prompts or make up your own!

These threads can be considered game canon upon game opening if you so choose.

Telepathy and magic can be used at any point in time on the TDM, from Prompt A to your wildcard prompt. A specific prompt exists, however, that makes sure all characters have an equal chance to use this mechanic within the TDM. You're encouraged to have characters use telepathy and their magic accidentally or even purposefully on any TDM prompt.

If you aren't set on your character's power yet or want to try out a few, you're still able to use the test drive. Maybe your character is a late bloomer and hasn't fully unlocked their intuitive drive yet. In the case of multiple powers, only prompts that contain the power you choose for your application will count as potential game canon threads.

While only one character can be apped or reserved during a cycle, feel free to post with more than one character if you like! This is for those who are uncertain of their first choice or who would like to try out different characters within the setting.

IMPORTANT: This world is low-frequency. No canon powers or abilities are allowed! Also check out the setting information for more info about what the hub island looks like and what can be found there.

ou blink and that's all it takes. At first, the picture doesn't come in clear, like you're waiting for a screen to fully load -- more aptly, it's like you're waiting for a camera to focus so you can find image clarity. Before you happened to rapidly close your eyes and open them, your life was normal...well, normal for you, anyway. Fighting an alien, making a quesadilla, dying. And then that blurry picture suddenly takes over. There's a lot to take in here -- you feel weird, your surroundings are weird. Everything is just weird. For starters, there's that new piece of jewelery inserted in the space above your chest. That certainly wasn't there before you opened your eyes. A ▢ THus hub island is getting pretty chilly, which means the forest that contains the large, dinner-plate sized spiders is very still and quiet. No spiders are out and about to jump your characters -- but they are underground, lying in wait. Sometimes the best way for characters to get accustomed to their magic is to trigger their fight or flight response. One wrong step in the forest and they'll find their foot through a spider's brushy trapdoor or putting a little too much pressure on it for their liking. Are you ready to see what your character is made of? B ▢ The recent surge of rain has caused a few marshy areas, be it in the forest or a hilly landscape. Some swampy ground is more aggravating than treacherous, but the opposite is also true. Your character is strolling along, trying to find their way and all of a sudden SCHLUMP! Their leg is sunk into the ground up to their nether regions. Struggle, and the rest of them might fall in too...! C ▢ While your character is trying to figure out where the fuck they are, they may come across something scuttling about through the forest. Don't panic -- it's simply a scanner pod doing its due diligence and scouting for resources...oh! And it just happened upon something interesting: your character! This scanner robot is curious to investigate and record your data. Is your character going to trust them to do their job, or will they be suspicious of this looming machine?

Here's the part where they finally locate something of use: the base camp. The murky, weathered location is a little distressed, and resource gathering is making coven members sparse. However, that doesn't mean helpful answers aren't only a step away. D ▢ One thing of note is that as they get closer to the base camp, characters will feel more and more of that strong, telepathic surge. Qri's caravan is sitting in the middle of the open area, which may explain the stronger magical signals. Traveling closer to this object, in particular, will cause that unfamiliar pang of intuition to feel that much stronger -- which also explains why their own thoughts are being broadcast recklessly to everyone else on the island. E ▢ Speaking of Qri's caravan, the floating "vehicle" currently has its trap door, hammerspace portal open. It's quite large and inviting, honestly. Want to get closer to Qri? Or maybe just take shelter from the few sprinkles that are still falling from the sky? Crawl on in! Just be warned: the door will close right behind your character, and that thing gets claustrophobic after a while. F ▢ Finally, since Brie is aware that a new world is approaching, she's gotten a little more weapon-obsessed. There are an assortment of weapons just laying all over the place, from swords to spears, from slingshots to...god, what even is that thing your character has never seen before. Whether they're curious about something and like to touch things that don't belong to them or Brie is trying to outfit them with a weapon that works for them, your character is now weaponized. What do??? G ▢ Wildcard prompt. Go nuts and utilize your own creativity within the setting. This can mean striking out on your own or utilizing a certain location in a different way. The world is your oyster!

GAME NAVIGATION

Comments

you wouldn't download a sword

[watchfully]

[Ah yes, the sound of a small demolition comes from his right. For all of that, Daichi's only offered a look of vague indifference, if not slight amusement.]

Have you concluded anything?

[Everyone around them seems slightly bothered -- maybe even concerned? But Daichi seems fine enough, which only leaves room for irritation. Like nails on a chalkboard.]

They all seem to have survived.

my fav cube...

[keeptrucking]

[Hey buddy... pal... confusing alien guy Daichi has lumped in with the rest of the friends because it's easier—please don't judge him too much.]

Y-yeah, they're doing great... That's just stage one! Stage two is, um... [One of the spears he managed to catch slips anyway in his awkward grip, the end of it that's touching the floor scraping against it awfully. Daichi, superbly, winces.] Stage two is putting them all back where they came from.

Great spears, though. Real good. Can't imagine better spears than this.

that's sweet of you....

[watchfully]

Did you craft these all on your own?

[He's bending forward to claim one -- one of the smaller spears, but just as sharp as the rest. He's only under such an impression because Daichi's speaking so masterfully about their 'stages' and whatnot.]

What will you use them for?

cube > other aliens, known fact

[keeptrucking]

Uh, did I what? [Oh- oh, this is one of those "what are humans, we just don't know" things again, isn't it? It's always jarring, when Daichi is the one with slightly more knowledge of a given situation.] N-no... they're not mine. I'm probably not even going to take one.

[He's definitely not, but "probably" makes it sound like maybe he's doing more than wasting other people's time in here.]

Do you need a spear? Didn't think this was your kinda stuff. [being a magical alien and all, of course.]

(ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

[watchfully]

I see...

[He sounds neither disappointed nor relieved at that revelation. In that case, he'll lean it up against the nearest wall...something about putting them all back where they came from?]

Should I? [He hadn't planned on taking one, doubly if Daichi wasn't the one who made them. Something about human courtesy...] I would prefer not to, I'm afraid it wouldn't suit me.

[And not because of his magical alien stuff, but because he's never attended Arm Day a day in his life and hauling a giant pole weapon around would be cumbersome.]

[keeptrucking]

[Well, they're probably free... if they have to start paying for stuff, Daichi is well and truly boned. Even now, he wants to impulsively leave a couple yen politely for someone to find.

But he'll work on putting these spears back instead!! It's not going to look nearly as nice or ordered as it did before he Daichi'd it all up, but he's trying. And also trying to picture this skinny nerd carrying a spear around... hilarious.]

Yeah, I know what you mean. You're waaay smaller up close than I thought you'd be— some of these things are bigger than you are! [Daichi? Is this friendship?] Oh, hey— do your, y'know, you powers still work? My app's completely busted!

1/2

[watchfully]

[Don't be such a goodie goodie.

Alcor helps just a bit; for every three or so Daichi's set up, Alcor's arranging one -- realigning it. His seem to prefer the ground.]

Have I disappointed you?

[It's the only human bod he's got....some of these spears are just giant ok.]

[watchfully]

[Another brief pause, a finger thoughtfully rests against the line of his lips.]

Perhaps there's no need for it here. [He could make an effort to understand the functionality, or lack thereof, his program...but he's not totally sure what's going on for himself.] I've felt unusual since my arrival here.

[Which means, no, not entirely.]

[keeptrucking]

[Daichi fumbles a spear, first, nearly dropping it again; don't ask him if that bod is a disappointment?! How does he respond to that...

He settles for laughing, awkwardly, because of course he does.]

R-right... you're on the ground and everything. But if they want everyone to grab a real weapon, doesn't that mean there are things to fight? I'd feel better with demons, as ironic as that is.

[watchfully]

[Is it...unappealing.....Daichi.....

This is also why he's trying to move minimally -- like, combined with the fact that every spear is bigger than he is. Walking, moving, squatting, he's still a bit like Bambi on on a frozen pond.]

Weapons have always been readily available for humankind, even for those with no need for them. Would you feel invulnerable carrying something like that?

[He's indicating forward with a forefinger; it looks like a backscratcher with a giant claw at the end of it.]

[keeptrucking]

[It's.... certainly a sick alien bod...... maybe?? Can he abstain from this.]

I don't think I've ever felt invulnerable, uh, ever, so... [He shrugs, shoving what is mercifully the last spear back into place (or close enough) before looking at the giant... claw thing. Um.]

Thaaaat's just kind of dumb-looking, don't you think?

[watchfully]

[His hand falls to his side; gosh, of course he didn't think it was dumb looking. It's a big hairy hand with claws. Reminds him of Kobold...]

What of the item next to it?

[A butterfly net.]

[keeptrucking]

[No, it's ugly, sorry about that #aesthetic. Is this butterfly net some kind of hidden message...]

That's... better? I guess? If you want to catch bugs...

[He raises an eyebrow; do you want to catch bugs, my dude?]

[watchfully]

[Did he hear better? Lowkey accusing eachother of being into bugs...]

Is there something you'll be using the insects for once they've been seized?

[keeptrucking]

[Wait..... hold on....]

Wait, I thought you were gonna catch bugs. I'm not doing that! Gross...

[watchfully]

I'm only trying to help you determine which weapon would be most beneficial to you.

[He'll fold his hands behind his back.]

It would seem only you can decide.

[keeptrucking]

Oh, I thought we were shopping for you.

[Hm. Yeah, he doesn't really want any of these? Not until he gets his plucky pacifism stomped on again, anyway. Much better idea:]

Let's shop for you first!

[watchfully]

[Ah yes...implications.

But on the other hand, he doesn't want any of these things. Imagine Alcor having to be responsible for an item that isn't compact enough to slip into a pocket? On the other-other hand, Daichi sounded awfully excited about shopping for him.]

Alright.

[And suddenly he's not pointing anything out anymore as per not...being interested in anything for himself....the floor's yours, guy.]

[keeptrucking]

[Oh... thanks for the input, buddy... Now Daichi is tasked with making some kind of actual judgment about what weapon would suit a super smart alien he barely comprehends... uh!

He points at a- whip kind of thing, a whip with blades on it, and shuffles toward it. This thing??]

How about one of these, uh, things? Eh? It's got your color... [He says this last part like it's very convincing, the most important thing, but really there's just some red on the handle.]

[watchfully]

[No problem at all.]

Alright.

[He would've gone along with anything Daichi picked out. A kite, a dong, a knife whip. It's reminiscent of his whippy appendage, at the very least.

The thing about the colors matching, that's entirely lost on him. He's continuing the trend of not asking a dang thing, more preoccupied with slowly...making his way toward Daichi and that weapon. It's a precarious thing, using his legs.]

[keeptrucking]

[See, the whippy appendage, he got something thematically right... And the color, which is the important part: style.

But as he watches Alcor apparently not know how his fine alien body works, he frowns, concerned.]

Hey, um- do you need a hand?

[watchfully]

[Uh oh, his carefulwalk isn't at all as natural as he'd thought. There's nothing else Daichi could be fretting about--]

Perhaps.

[His response couldn't be more blasé.]

It's still difficult for me to ascertain how big of a pace I should be using.

[keeptrucking]

[Alcor. Daichi can't believe this is happening, but he's doing it: he shuffles back over and offers a space alien his arm for guidance. He will teach the space alien to walk.]

Here. Let's do this.

[watchfully]

[How nice...Hiro really could've given him a better heads up about his bogus alien companion....

It takes him approximately ten seconds before he realizes that arm's an offering similar to a crutch, stability. He'll take it with both hands, awkwardly gripping his forearm in two fists parallel to eachother. Like he's holding some handlebars....]

How should we proceed?

[keeptrucking]

[Oh, yes, this is going to go great. Daichi looks at him - or rather, at his hands on his arm, brow furrowed.]

Okay, hold on. Hold onto your stripes.

[Stay with him, he's going to make this potentially better and potentially way worse. Which means he shuffles to be right in front of Alcor, lightly shaking off his grip to just take both of his hands instead, arms length apart like a middle school dance.

Stay with him though, for real.]

Alright, so... I'll... go backwards! Line up your feet with mine?