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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
dracomachina: (think about you night and day)

[personal profile] dracomachina 2023-02-21 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[hlasoh, then. it's a format of name that she doesn't recognize, but she can pick out a first name (or what she thinks is one) easily enough, and adaptability is definitely just. what she's forced herself to be good at. all of this is so very, very normal, is it not? for this world, perhaps. she removes one dark gauntlet and holds it in her other hand, then lets the bare and slender fingers of her exposed hand press gently on hlasoh's arm, as she had requested. she squeezes lightly, out of curiosity, but never enough to probe.]

You are astoundingly good at remaining calm. Please, let me know if you need more of me to break whatever curse has been placed on you.
nihilmancy: (pic#13546751)

[personal profile] nihilmancy 2023-02-27 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's more that she can offer— the particular branch of her family, the planet and city where she grew up, the patron god of her people and so forth, but those elements are fairly universal within the peoples under the reign of the Hegemony, and will suffice for introduction.

It is an embarrassing bit of internal weakness, but Hlasoh rather likes the feeling of Excella's hand on her arm right now. Her skin is still frozen firm, but it begins to yield again at the woman's touch. Her neck moves. Her lips work silently. She will get through this soon. ]


< Thank you. Just a little while longer, I think. Your graciousness is greatly appreciated. I shall not forget it. >

[ It may be small, but there will be repayment. She cannot afford to ignore cultivating allies and connections. ]
dracomachina: (there's gotta be a better way)

[personal profile] dracomachina 2023-03-01 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
You need not worry. It is what... any noble worth her title would do.

[she may as well come out with it. if it's an issue, then she can simply let go and leave hlasoh like this, and succumb to her own wretched monstrosity twisting black within her chest. but she doubts that it will be one, and may the gods be thanked for that, as she is without gravinet or dragon at this moment. should hlasoh take offense, excella would be defenseless.]

I can see your lips beginning to move. [why was she looking?] You are definitely beginning to thaw.
nihilmancy: (pic#12979853)

[personal profile] nihilmancy 2023-03-04 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
< Titles, nobility… I suppose that they do mean a lot to people. >

[ Her newly freed arm makes a vague gesture, signalling her ambivalence. All at once air bursts into her lungs. She pants, taking in deep lungfuls, staggering but managing to catch herself before she falls on the hard winter ground. Relief floods in. She hates being bound. Well, she hates the boring kind of being bound, anyway. ]

You were right. It looks as though you did not have to go so far after all.
dracomachina: (got to clean my hands of this mess)

[personal profile] dracomachina 2023-03-06 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[excella kneels on the ground shortly after hlasoh falls, and she wraps her arms around this woman she's just saved like it all might revert to the way it once was should she let go too soon. there's no way to prove that it won't. still, she needs to be careful; her armor is heavy and cannot be especially comfortable, but she isn't about to remove it all so easily.]

I suppose not. Are you able to stand, or—[her face flushes slightly as the realization of what she's doing settles in her mind, and she pulls her arms back.] My apologies for overstepping. I simply want you to be well. And arriving as a squid has made me... uncertain of what actually counts as "well" in this place.
nihilmancy: (pic#16040777)

[personal profile] nihilmancy 2023-03-13 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ A dreadful embarrassment, even shame, fills Hlasoh as the stranger helps her to her feet. Unable to fully hide her surprise, either at the fall, or at Excella's gesture, her eyes go wide, and she draws her breath in a sharp gasp.

She leans on her for exactly as much support as she needs, before pulling away abruptly as Excella lets go of her. She bows at the waist, a gracious gesture that gives her time to collect herself. ]


You need not apologize. I find your consideration to be an excellent balm to my frayed nerves. It would appear that I am already being subject to many trials. It would not do for me to not extend my gratitude towards one who has supported me.

[ She smiles, cool and reserved. ]

All known medical orthodoxy has just been rendered obsolete, I fear. So subjectively, speaking, I am well, and at your disposal in the spirit of mutual charity and fellowship.
Edited 2023-03-13 06:50 (UTC)
dracomachina: (something's got a hold on me)

[personal profile] dracomachina 2023-03-17 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ah, okay, very well. this person has more than a smattering of manners, it looks like—and despite herself, excella thinks on some of the memories she hadn't been invited to see. and she wonders whether it's something that hlasoh was forced to learn to avoid the slings and arrows of the other children. and she thinks of her own life, beyond the experimentation. the ways that she had been forced to behave in the wake of her father's illness. in the face of beowulf. she thinks of the performance that is being worthy of the throne.]

[she would prefer not to think about it any further.]


At my disposal, you say? Then let me bring you to the inn where new arrivals like us seem to gather. And if you would like, we can discuss the things that brought us here. [she doesn't... want to reveal how much she saw that hlasoh never intended for her to see, but it seems difficult to avoid.] But only if you would like. I'm afraid I've never been very good at meeting new people outside of diplomatic situations, and that seems rather... artificial. Given our circumstances.