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Deer Country Mod ([personal profile] reddosmod) wrote in [community profile] countryclub2023-01-25 12:08 am
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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME!

JANUARY 2023 TDM
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!

All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.

Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.

Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.

If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!

IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Bloody Candles]
[Image Two: Anatomically Correct Chocolate Hearts in a Coffin]

Prompt Two
[Image One: Woman in restaurant, dressed in pink, surrounded by mannequins.]
[Image Two: Creepy looking mannequin staring]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Hands touching and holding at sunset]
[Image Two: Girl Screaming with her Mouth Fused Shut.]

A TYPICAL ARRIVAL WITH A SWEET TWIST
WHEN: Last Week of January through all February

WHERE: The Shores, Boardwalk and throughout Trench

CONTENT WARNINGS: Mild Body horror for arrival, additional warnings for Blood Bonds and the Chocolatier:
* Blood Bonds: Blood ceremony, bodily ceremony, telepathic/empathetic connections, possible forced/coerced relationships.
* Choclatier: Themes of temptation (non-sexual and/or sexual), addiction, blood sacrifice, severely warped personality/reality including temporary amnesia, inability to use body, paranoia, vomiting organs, homicidal feelings, mild body horror.



For those who are arriving, they are fortunate. The worst of the ice and chill of the Season of Bone is fading. Any ice flows are breaking up and it is safe for little squidlings to come to shore, wakers present to help them with cups of hot cocoa and heavy robes to ward off of the cold. Nothing, however, removes the almost bleak and dreary state of the world. All of the beach seems washed with a sort of white that remindes the mind of bleached bone. Transformation from squid to the sleeper's natural form is slower, because of the cold, but does not pose any real difficulty.

Warm Food is prepared in the form of stews, complemented by bread that tastes heavily of mushroom. Unlike prior years, no roses are given to the new sleepers, though there are roses found throughout the city of trench. All of them, however, are black as midnight and there is an ominous sense to them should a sleeper think to reach out and pluck the blooms. Should someone do so, they will feel an increased paranoia about their relationships for the next few days and the natives of Trench will give them a wide berth, refusing to sell them anything at the shops and shooing them away, though there is no outward sign of anything being amiss. Whispers in town hint that the Doorway is in a poor mood this year.

Nevertheless, the patron pthumerian of the month can be seen around Trench. Bonding Rituals remain very popular this month and many seek to curry her presence during their rites. She shows no outward sign of discomfort or disapproval, yet there seems to be more blood than usual on her ivory blade as she stands in silent vigil wherever a ritual is performed.

Anyone who yearns for a bit of sweetness that they might associate with the waning chill of winter will find themselves meeting a sudden and disturbing fellow (CW: Some Blood/Disturbing Content in some chocolates. Please check warnings in prompt). The chocolatier, who was seen in past years, still wanders about and appears to any who yearn for a happier time in the otherwise gloom of the month. His offer is simple. A little bit of blood, for a little bit of sweet. What is the harm in it? Why his sweets even have mystical properties to make life interesting!

FAQ:
* The Chocolatier option remains identical to what happened in 2023, and is available throughout the last week of January and into February. The chocolates offered have not changed this year.
* Blood Bonds are available all year round, and the method of getting one is easily learned from any local in Trench, or from a Sleeper. While they can be performed every year, they are more powerful if performed in this month (Player discretion) and the Doorway is more likely to be present to bless them personally.

WAIT FOR ME
WHEN: Anytime in February

WHERE: Anywhere in Trench

CONTENT WARNINGS: Body Horror, Loneliness, Depression elements, Being Trapped in One's Own Body, Psychological Horror



Sleepers have been working to put an end to the strange plague afflicting pthumerians. Still, while there has been success, something seems off this month nevertheless. Even if she is not ill, the Doorway appears to be in a foul mood and it is felt by many. There is a moody, brooding sense that permeates the whole of the city, as if something were supposed to happen that did not. It's the awful sense that one gets when they expect to meet up with someone for something important and, without warning, that person does not show and there's no explanation. That light gnawing at the pit of the stomach when worry or irritation sets in grows steadily worse. Is this about someone specific, or a general malaise? It's hard to tell what sets it off. For some, it comes waiting by the coast in the hopes a loved one arrives this month. For others, maybe someone was just busy and ended up late for lunch. It might not even have a visible cause.

Whatever happens, the dreadful reality settles in almost immediately. As they wait, the person begins to feel their body stiffen. It does not feel like the lockjoint disease, but rather a sudden and whole-body hardening of the person. Within seconds, they feel their body solidifying into a state almost like a mannequin. Unable to move, they can feel a dread cold leeching into their heart as they are forced to watch, to wait for whoever was supposed to be there. Why aren't they here? The longer that they are there, the colder that they feel, and if they are in a secluded place it could feel quite perilous. However, no monsters can seem to harm the person, their body nigh indestructible. The frigid state, however, denies them the ability to sleep or even blink, forced to watch the world as a prisoner in their own mind.

Palebloods are somewhat fortunate in this state. All palebloods trapped this way find themselves able to telepathically communicate with loved ones or people close, regardless of distance. Their voices, however, are always in a state like the wail of a ghost regardless of their mental state. For anyone else, they can manage to mentally connect through the network to plead for help using an omni on their person, though only in Text form until they are released. So, at least they are not trapped without escape, unless by chance they forgot their omni, but you wouldn't be so foolish as to leave home without your phone would you?

HOW TO CURE THE CONDITION:
Several options exist. Anyone with a "Blade of Mercy" (a gift given last February) could use it to sever whatever connection caused the person to feel like they are waiting, though that might very well sever the emotional connection entirely! The very person that they are waiting for could arrive, in which case a kiss (on the cheek, on the lips, gallantly on one knee to the back of the hand. Whatever works for you!) or an apology for tardiness should suffice to warm the heart. If there is no source, or if that person cannot arrive (or chooses not to), any friend or even new acquaintance can try to help the person not feel quite as alone in their waiting through some reasonable means. Any cure-all for corruption will also help with this condition.

The locales do not have any idea officially how to cure the condition, but they may suggest some of the above simply because it seems helpful at the time. At the worst, the condition does eventually fade with time.

FAQ:
* This can happen in a public location, or entirely remote, wherever you wish.
* The above "Cures" are not exhaustive. Any reasonable act that establishes or re-establishes empathy for the person trapped will cure them.
* Paleblood Telepathy is not limited by distance. However, non-palebloods must have their omni on their person in order to mentally link to it.
* This condition does not lead to death, but if allowed to persist is a reasonable source of higher corruption.
* If untreated, it will usually clear up in a couple days, or at most a week. If a player wishes to use this as a form of hiatus in February, they may, in which case it can last all month.

YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
WHEN: The First Week of February

WHERE: Anywhere in Trench

CONTENT WARNINGS: Choking, Asphyxiation, Body Horror, Dependency, Possible Death



Self-reliance is a powerful tool in the city of Trench. You have to be able to take care of yourself, lest the dangerous elements on the fringe of the city overtake you and claim you in the night. Right?

The Doorway could not disagree more. To her, people depend upon each other. Corruption is only cleansed through the presence of others and conversation, connection. Cures and potions are, in her thought, unreliable. Even going to the Blood Ministers is more of a last-ditch effort when all else fails as she sees it. Sometimes? People need a little gentle reminder, a push to get them to rely upon each other more. Unfortunately, what a Pthumerian considers a gentle push to be tends not to be so gentle.

It happens at random, though it seems to happen most of all when it involves people who might not want to be close. You come into contact with a person, and just as you start to speak, you feel your throat throttle. It is like there is an invisible noose around your neck. No visible rope exists, but the air is cut off. You double over, gasping for air that will not come. Even if you don't or can't breathe you find yourself choking like a flopping goldfish out of water! As you reach out for help, you can see to your horror that the person you are trying to meet is choking too! What do you do? There is only one cure to this situation. You have to get to the other person quickly. There's still time. Maybe you can find some sort of solution if you get there. Deep down, you know you just need to be closer.

The moment that the two choking sleepers make contact, they will be able to breathe. The relief of oxygen entering the lungs comes instantly, though there is a problem. Any time you break contact, you begin to choke again. So long as you are able to stay in contact, you're safe but any attempt to break that contact is potentially life threatening. There is no solution other than to hold onto each other, hold hands, whatever it takes to maintain contact. For how long you ask? Oh, for at least an hour. But it's not like anyone's actually going to give you a timer on this. Will you just put up with it, or will you keep experimenting only to be choked repeatedly.

FAQ:
* Anyone can be affected by this, no matter physiology. It defies magical powers, biology and even blood powers.
* The effects last no more than 6 hours at the absolute max and most of the time it will end within 1 hour.
* Effects will cease when the two participants go to sleep (No accidental chokings). As a result, the effect will always start at least an hour before you might normally go to sleep.
* Yes, you can choke to death if you want.
* There is no knowledge of the effect amongst the locals and no warning about it, so there is no real warning on how to "cure" this other than the compulsion to get close to the other choking person and trial and error. Or Patience!
* No, the Doorway isn't sorry.

CODING
hauntedsavior: (analyze your apathy)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2023-02-03 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[it definitely seems like elster has seen hell. anna takes a moment to take all that in, and knows that if she weren't quite as bundled up as she is, her body would have some similar stories to tell. insofar as it is her body, but she's not interested in that debate right now. all she's interested in right now is that shitting christ finally she can talk about something she isn't worried about fucking up.]

Yeah. Long before I came here. It's kind of a long story, but... well. I guess the easiest way to say it is that I have the body and memories of an android who was similar enough to me that the universe decided I was gonna be her vessel. [she looks at elster with a tentative smile; she says those words so casually, so simply, and she's expecting a disbelieving laugh or something like that. jokes that she can go on to say "no, for real" to.]
lstr: (12)

[personal profile] lstr 2023-02-03 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm. [ there's no disbelief, no laugh. just... quiet interest. her body language grows a little more guarded, but differently than before. like she's choosing her own words carefully. ] There's a phenomenon called bioresonance, where I come from. It does strange things to people, Gestalts and Replikas both. Replikas are made by it, even, so... what you're saying makes sense to me.
hauntedsavior: (⚡ take the wind and the snow)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2023-02-03 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[anna crosses her arms slowly over her chest, like she's trying to debate whether this is a coincidence or something greater. she's recognized a lot so far, but she's also been disastrously wrong with her assumptions in the past. best to temper this one.]

That's what they called it back home, too. Resonance with other souls from dead worlds, and resonance strong enough to change the way your body and brain works. You were created the same way as I was, is what you're telling me...?
lstr: (07)

[personal profile] lstr 2023-02-03 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's something almost like recognition in the look elster gives her, mixed with uncertainty. ]

I'm not sure. Bioresonance isn't well-understood. [ resonance between souls, power to alter reality and call to things from beyond... certainly. all she's certain of, really, is that nothing is certain. ] Each Replika model is based on a neural imprint from a Gestalt.

[ except hers, that is. but the distinction between this body and its intermediate source has vanished, anyway. ]
Edited 2023-02-03 22:10 (UTC)
hauntedsavior: (the voice of sympathy)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2023-02-03 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[that's... too close. her fingers press against the fabric of her coat.]

The android I've got living inside me, A2. She was created like that. Personalities and memories of other people implanted into her to make her baseline. [a wry smile, like she hasn't had reason to think about this in a while. she's speaking more quietly, much less casually now, and she's looking more at a meaningless point on the boardwalk than at elster herself.] And now here I am, getting memories of other people's memories. Ten thousand years of them. [she adds the last part quietly, like she still can't even believe it, and then her attention returns to elster like she only just remembered the other android is here.]

This place never stops surprising me.
lstr: (05)

[personal profile] lstr 2023-02-06 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that's... a lot to take in. some of what anna's saying doesn't fully make sense to her, not really, but. she looks back towards her, polymer fingers tracing along the wood railing. that same toneless hum, then: ]

Nichts endet. Alles wiederholt sich. It's never easy to accept.
hauntedsavior: (⚡ for the sake of all our mournful lives)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2023-02-06 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[yeah, it sure is starting to seem like nichts endet around here. she bends over the railing, towards the water, and stares at her reflection. watches her chest just rise and fall for a moment. five, six, seven, eight, we can bend you 'til you break.]

Warum so denkst du? [she's trying to be casual about this, but even from her tone it's not a real question.] Ich bin nur „die Summe von tausend Leben”. [she knows that the last word can easily be misheard, mistaken for something else when she speaks it aloud. she doesn't seem to care, so caught up she is with making fun of herself.] So was meinst du, dass alles wiederholt sich?

[another breath. she doesn't want to think about apollonia now. she doesn't want to think about the intoner version of herself, or the version of herself who had never encountered retrospec, or annalise. or any other versions of herself who may exist in the vast unknown. right now, it's hard to even think of A2. she looks up at elster, and she hates that she is baring herself like this. she hates that there's fear in her eye. she hates that there are even fucking odds that elster is yet another one of her.]

Weißt du noch wer du bist?
lstr: (12)

[personal profile] lstr 2023-02-06 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I know who I am. I've never been more certain of that.

[ that's not what anna's asking, though. she sighs, closing her eyes for a moment. ]

My Gestalt was a dead soldier from a drowned world. No one important. [ she seems to pick up on the fear in what anna is saying, the underlying concern, and touches two fingertips to the mark over her right eye. ] Missing the wrong eye.

[ if they're stopped, though, she's going to check through her welcoming bag. a few short guns, and... oh.

Oh.

this is here, isn't it. she withdraws the photograph, carefully, looking it over. the two soldiers, the writing on the front and back.
]

Sehen Sie. Bitte. [ she offers it for anna to inspect, watching carefully. ]
hauntedsavior: (⚡ take the wind and the snow)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2023-02-07 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[anna pushes off the railing and carefully takes the photo in her hand instead, after a long moment of sitting and listening to elster. yeah, she's just being dramatic, isn't she? she always is. she's just in a fucked up mindset right now. it's clear right now, there's just... photographic proof, right here in front of her, as though it had come from cloverfield himself. this isn't her. this isn't some other version of herself. this is a completely different person, and her heart steadies.]

[she breathes out with some finality and hands the picture back to elster.]


You met me at a very strange time in my life. Tut mir leid, und... danke. [she's ready to walk again. she's ready to actually do what she made such a big deal out of following elster to do.] I've been having problems keeping who I am straight. But at least you didn't catch me dissociating.

[that's supposed to be a joke. she smiles and tries to play it off like one. come on, trauma's funny. please clap.]