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May 2024 Test Drive Meme: The First of Many to Come


"When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.”
Welcome to our first meme!

We will officially be opening our game June 1st at 12:01 AM EST.
Reserves will open on May 28th at 12:01 AM EST.
Applications will open on the 1st at 12:01 AM EST.
Applications will close on the 5th at 11:59 PM EST.

Please follow our Plurk [plurk.com profile] newcomb for updates regarding the opening of our game.

Our memes are open to current and prospective players alike.

All Test Drive memes are game canon and serve as a lead-up to the following month's event. The first prompt in each TDM will always coincide with the disastrous circumstances of Penumbra's collision.

This disaster will leave unique supplies or conditions for the following month until the reset in time occurs and a new collision invokes new circumstances.

Most characters upon initial arrival may suffer mild amnesia, fatigue, and diminished powers. Memories, energy, and powers will eventually return. Per player choice, this can be quickly or slowly.

You can use your TDM threads for writing samples on your application.
If you are applying for a new character, you can choose to keep your TDM threads canon to your character or not.

Even if our current players do not engage with the TDM, we strongly recommend they read each TDM to be aware of how Penumbra strikes Newcomb every month. We encourage characters to react to this via network or log posts in the community spaces.
Image Descriptions from left to right: First image is a red train pictured along raised tracks set against pine trees in sunlight, second image is a gif of a train explosion as people flee from the destruction, third image is of a dark sky with orange lightning.
First Train In
Content Warnings.
Violent train crash, fire, explosions, burning, and injuries from such conditions.
Summary
Characters appear in a train that is crashing through the reality rip left behind by the meteor, Penumbra. The train falls onto the campus fields and mostly implodes.
Prompt
Once upon a time, Newcomb had its very own train station that was used by students and staff alike. Most students would arrive at campus via the train and supplies were often shipped in through the train. This very train station used to be located by Fitch End and was one of the first out-of-campus locations to be destroyed by Penumbra.

This month, it seems as if the reset has brought the train back. For a moment, anyway. One may awaken from a deep slumber in one of the passenger cars, groggy and nearly jetlagged. You will be surrounded by other characters waking up, just as disoriented and confused as you are.

The train ride itself isn't so bad though. The scenery beyond the windows is filled with gorgeous sprawling woods, already tinged with the golds and reds of autumn. The smell of pine and old leather fills the train and you will find your backpack in a cubby just above your head or on the seat beside you.

There is no way to exit the train at this point, no matter how one might try. What is the point anyway? Just sit back and enjoy the ride. Something is soothing about a train ride, after all. You may even feel tempted to fall back asleep. Maybe things will make more sense when you wake up again.

You won't have peace for long. The train jolts violently as if being struck by something, and after, everything descends into chaos. Cars begin to slam together, some smashing upward, shattering glass and doors, crushing seats. Explosions burst from the front of the train, and as it pivots onto campus, it scorches the ground.

Cars break apart, sliding into their destruction here and there against buildings or trees. It feels as though it happens both slowly and rapidly, defying time itself, the sound of a ticking clock somehow overwhelming the symphony of metal scraping against metal.

Oil from the train catches fire across campus grounds. While the buildings are fireproof and resilient, the rest of the campus is not and neither are some characters who may be wandering about perchance. As the disaster comes to a screeching halt, characters will have to help each other from the wreckage and help put out the fires.

The train will remain on campus for June. It can be broken apart for metal parts and explored for small, sentimental items or important weapons that belong to a character. The train will vanish in the blink of an eye as midnight hits on the 31st. The Penumbric siren alerts the campus of the reset and the incoming meteor and its potential new disaster.

You will have to brace yourself for what happens next.

Note on Penumbric Collision Prompts: Characters do not need to arrive in this prompt. You may opt-out entirely by having your character fall through the sky or wake up incredibly disoriented randomly on campus. Arrival to Newcomb should be somewhat physically and/or mentally draining or damaging. Even characters resistant to pain or injury will be temporarily vulnerable to the arrival.
Image Descriptions from left to right: First image is a shadowy humanoid with a black and gray smudge effect concealing the face, second image is a pair of hands covered in a black goopy substance, third image has several clear vials containing a smoky, goopy black substance.
Assimilation
Content Warnings.
Mysterious goo-like substance with parasitic qualities, manipulation of behavior, forced uncharacteristic behavior, very mild body horror.
Summary
A mysterious black goo escapes from a frozen boxcar on the train. This goo attaches to living organisms and begins to influence their behavior. The goo will either naturally slide off after some time or can be rubbed off the skin with freezing water.
Prompt
A curious boxcar can be discovered among the wreckage of the train. This boxcar was carefully sealed off and kept at freezing temperatures. Inside were metal crates filled with test tubes and Petri dishes containing a mysterious black goo.

During the fall, the boxcar's front end was ripped away. Between the raging fires from the crash and the exposure to higher temperatures, the vials and petri dishes thawed. Vials and Petri dishes began to break apart as the mysterious goo essentially "woke up" from its cryogenic state and escaped from the glass containers.

This mysterious goo seeks out living organisms and will subtly attach itself to character bodies. This can be as subtle as a dime-sized speck of mysterious goo behind a character's ear or consume half a character's body. The goo's attachment is painless. It has a tarlike odor and causes a strange prickling sensation the longer it remains attached to a character.

After some time, the goo will naturally slide off a character. Alternatively, a character can apply freezing water or ice to the goo and this will essentially "kill" the goo and slough it off in broken chunks.

While the goo is attached to characters, it will cause uncontrollable, unusual behavior. On a less severe end, symptoms may include disorientation, difficulty walking, slurred speech, confusion, and clinginess even to strangers. On a more extreme end, the goo may cause characters to act in ways contradictory to who they typically are: they may be prone to fits of violence, hysteria, flirtation, cruelty, or even for some, abundant kindness and outgoing friendliness.

The goo will automatically make characters want to interact with other characters whether positively or negatively. It uses these interactions as a way to migrate from one host to the next.
Image Descriptions from left to right: First image has a playing card and two white dice, second image has a text bubble that reads, "I'm not a Soft Gay I'm an Anger Gay. I love dogs and burning things." Third image shows a field of grass and wildflowers with a free-standing picture frame with torn canvas, the torn spot revealing a city scape image.
Two Truths & A Lie
Content Warnings.
Forced honesty and deciet via parasitic mind control. Implanted knowledge. Potential forced vulnerability.
Summary
Characters are forced to break in their Fermii accounts by publicly posting two truths and a lie for other characters to figure out. This is a network prompt.
Prompt.
Who isn't familiar with the bizarre urge to overshare to total strangers online? It would appear that the mysterious goo has an intimate understanding of this instinct and intends to capitalize on it.

In other words, the mysterious goo's influence is not limited to in-person interactions. Even characters unfamiliar with technology will have the burning desire to get out their new phone and create a public post to all Fermii users containing two truths and a lie about themselves.

These can range from embarrassing and silly to serious and incriminating. Characters will continue to feel an itch to respond transparently to those who correctly guess which is which. Even the most sophisticated and chronic liars cannot resist the force of the mysterious goo's presence.

The urge to overshare will ebb away the more truth is exposed.

Ironically, this may be a minor blessing to those unfamiliar with smartphone technology. It would seem that the mysterious goo has managed to assimilate the knowledge of how smartphones work and helpfully pass it into the mind of its host. However, the price of exposure might not be worth the shortcut to knowledge.
dead_tongue: (bruh)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-05-24 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm way cooler. was he British?

so ok.
you banged the queen. you fought a cougar. you can fight.
you're awfully badass for a guy named Alfred
pursuitofcappiness: (what are you looking at)

[personal profile] pursuitofcappiness 2024-05-24 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," Steve says, shaking his head. "Just places where fire suppressants would go. So someone must've taken them already." People might even be using them over there, it's a madhouse. "We've gotta do something to ferry in water, but I don't know what cargo we've got." That honestly might make it worse.

It doesn't help that Steve's not familiar with this landscape. It all feels so strange to him, that he's pushing aside trying to remember details from his past like who he is and how he ended up here.

"This is a University, so there's gotta be some sort of medical station, if there's no teaching hospital. Nearest firehouse must be far away, I don't even hear sirens." This whole thing should put up alarm bells, but right now they've got a big distractor.
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[personal profile] pursuitofcappiness 2024-05-24 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Meat, usually. They'll eat anything you hand them sometimes, but don't give them grapes, onions or chocolate.
pursuitofcappiness: (you expect me to believe that?)

[personal profile] pursuitofcappiness 2024-05-24 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that'd be a shame. I was kinda hoping to live to see my next birthday.

But don't worry, I don't think I'm fake.
pursuitofcappiness: (i'm free friday)

[personal profile] pursuitofcappiness 2024-05-24 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
You're not wrong, but, I can't resist a happy pup.
whatam_i: (OOOOWWWW)

✘ ⸻ assimilation

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-05-24 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!" Ed shrieks like an old woman when this sudden stranger starts trying to remove his shirt and he slaps at Stephen's hands. His head hurts from the crash and he already feels disoriented, he doesn't need someone grabbing at him.

"What are you? Some kind of pervert?!"
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[personal profile] flippin_peachy 2024-05-24 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sure you are. No, he was from Italy.

Well, thank you very much.
flippin_peachy: icon by https://thehollowedartists.tumblr.com/ (you all right mate?)

[personal profile] flippin_peachy 2024-05-24 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah so that means number 2 is the lie then?
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[personal profile] summersaint 2024-05-24 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not false.

[ He could, y'know. Clarify that it was in self-defense. But that would mean caring about his reputation, and also having an emotional willingness to share. So. ]

But I won't be doing any killing here. Not unless someone tries to kill me first.
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[personal profile] summersaint 2024-05-24 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I have to admit, you've lost me. I'm not familiar with phrasing like high calendars and mothdrives.

[ But he is interested. What a fascinating world, so completely different from his own. ]

Magic in my world-group is affected by the environment -- if the magic drains from a world, people are no longer born with the ability to use it, generally. And you cannot select for genetic strength. It was tried extensively, but the results were entirely random.
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[personal profile] bettergrabitquick 2024-05-24 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah, you bet I am! 😎

'Kay, I'll believe you 'bout that. 🤔

Awesome! 😀 If that was fake, it'd be the Worst. 😢


[Finnick has just discovered where the emojis live on his device, and he's having a ton of fun just experimenting with them, trying to figure out which ones to use and when. He never even knew such things existed till he arrived in Newcomb.]
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[personal profile] summersaint 2024-05-24 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
At first glance, Holland assumes the kid is another Antari -- but on second glance, that proves to obviously be untrue. It's just his sclera that's black, not the whole eye, and while it's interesting to note, it's less important than their current situation.

The kid's leg is injured, and he's apparently determined to make it out of the train under his own steam after only briefly taking his hand for help. If Holland was at all prone to smiling in amusement, he might have done it then, amused at the sheer level of stubbornness on display. He can relate. He wouldn't rely on anybody else to help, either.

"I'll keep an eye on the fire." Holland kicks aside a piece of luggage that's in the kid's path, clearing the way. He can't do anything yet about the blood dripping from his arm -- what a waste, he has better uses for that blood -- so for now, he'll just make sure this kid gets out safely. He forges ahead, backpack slung over one shoulder and picking up another that had been near the kid, assuming it's his. "I'd pick up the pace a little. Getting burned would also be a nuisance."
Edited (shakes fist at html) 2024-05-24 21:03 (UTC)
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[personal profile] summersaint 2024-05-24 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The kid's injured worse than Holland thought. He can spy what looks like a broken bone (if he had any sense of humor, he might suggest they high-five with their mutual broken arms) and potentially some rib issues, and--

Holland goes tense all over as he's grabbed, but stays as still as a statue, letting himself be used for balance. The tiniest twitch of a frown at the corner of his lips is smoothed over after a moment, but luckily for his reflexes and the kid, he's a little distracted by thinking about the evident return of his magic.

...He should probably focus. There's a fire in the corner of the train car that's growing quick, and Holland doesn't want to stick around. He may or may not be able to manipulate it, and from the splitting headache in his temples after breaking the chair, he's guessing the answer is probably not.

So he shakes his good arm loose of his half-cape, and offers it to the kid. "Here. Lean on me," he offers, "we need to get out as quickly as we can."
dead_tongue: (uhh)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-05-24 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
do you think I'M fake?!
dead_tongue: (smiiiile)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-05-24 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
yeah I'm definitely cooler.

you're welcome!
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[personal profile] flippin_peachy 2024-05-24 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Where are you from?
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[personal profile] summersaint 2024-05-24 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Though Holland's unfamiliar with the term cantrip, the context is easy enough to grasp.

He makes a small, non-committal hmm, absorbing the information. A day ago, he had sacrificed his own magic to seal away a shadow king, leaving him powerless and dying. Today, his magic has returned, at least enough to blacken his eye and let him use one small piece of his blood magic to free someone trapped in the wreckage. But the other man is right; there's a blockage. He can feel it, like a damp mist over his skin, quashing his magic.

The fog is too thick to see beyond the campus they've found themselves on, but the thing that draws his eye is the massive clocktower in the middle of it all, a basilisk of stone wrapped around it.

"Interesting that you say blocked and not drained," Holland observes, thoughtful. "If it was a case of there simply being no magic here, it would be easy to diagnose. Instead, people with magic are finding themselves unable to access it. I wonder if there's a technology here that's blocking it."
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[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-05-24 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Nanaimo, on Vancouver Island. that's in BC.
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[personal profile] summersaint 2024-05-24 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's not ideal," Holland observes coolly.

This substance-- it doesn't feel like magic. At least, not to his senses, but nothing's working right at the moment, so who can say? It's alive in some way, growing, claiming, and the very sight of carnivorous black crawling over someone's skin makes Holland want to retreat and never, ever think about it again. What will happen when it takes over? Will this man even survive, or will it choke his airways and spread through his blood and use him like a host?

Will it spread to all of them that way?

Holland lets the backpack fall off his good shoulder, sets down on one knee, and starts rummaging through it, hoping to find anything that will help. A black card, a blank book, some rectangular device he doesn't recognize, a ring, and a watch. Nothing that will help.

"Have you tried fire, or ice?" he asks, lips thin in a rare show of visible frustration. "Maybe you need to treat it like an infection."
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[personal profile] nohproblem 2024-05-24 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
That would be this! Behold, the mask I lost and created anew: The mask of hope!

[ Her face is obscured by a new mask; while there's no canonical depiction of it, it probably looks something like this. ]
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[personal profile] everyspark 2024-05-24 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shit." She frowns; if the train's safety tools were removed before the crash, the implications are getting worse and worse. "A university should have a disaster response unit, but it doesn't even look occupied." Of course, she's used to city-sized faction academies; civilian schools, she grants, might be smaller.

"Four objectives, then. Remove victims from immediate danger, don't let the danger spread, annex some structures for triage and ops, find hoses or shovels or whatever equipment they have. If there's no medical wing, landscaping and kitchens is a good bet." She looks up at him. "We'll need to coordinate with as many sound passengers as possible, as fast as we can find them."

Focused on aid for the victims, she hasn't explored the rest of the items in the backpacks. She would probably recognize the tablets, but the phones would baffle her as someone who's used to sending messages through the augment built into her nervous system.
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[personal profile] abit_ofboth 2024-05-24 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose that is true, though I like to think that to be truly great you need at least some natural talent.

I appreciate the offer, but I am actually well versed in transmutation as well. I just tend to lean more towards conjuration and illusion in the day to day. Unless you know a way to make transmutation less draining? I always feel tired afterwards.


[Dunamancy though, that was a school of magic Loki has never heard of and that is always interesting.]

I am curious about this Dunamancy though. I am woefully unfamiliar with that.
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[personal profile] everyspark 2024-05-24 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I can go over it if you're interested, though you're probably better off if your realm doesn't need an official calendar. The math can be unforgiving. [and so can the enforcers.

this is fascinating -- it's like calendrical terrain, but not tied to the consensus mechanics of mass observances across the population. what do you do without an overwhelmingly homogenous state-sponsored culture that makes technology work?]
If people move to a world that still has magic, do they have powers they couldn't channel before?
Edited 2024-05-24 22:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] flippin_peachy 2024-05-24 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Canadian lad, are you?
Sadly I never made it up there.
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[personal profile] pursuitofcappiness 2024-05-24 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I just take black. Splash of milk if it's really awful.

But it wasn't supposed to be an easy game.