test drive

[thevisitors]

This is the official test drive for Visitants! Feel free to use this as to gather samples (8 comments from your char) or voicetest. Reserves open March 30th. Feel free to hit up our FAQ if you have any questions.

Please list your character's name (canon also recommended) in the header of your top-level prompt.

1 - Count Chocula
You find yourself awoken in a long-abandoned cabin, far too dusty for anyone's comfort and cobwebs practically coating the wall. Once you leave the cabin, you find yourself in a town in the middle of the woods that's...not looking much better. There are others here in similar situations, however, maybe you should look at them?

2 - Frankenberry
Day-to-day living in town is...simple enough. Try and escape and you'll just get lost in the woods until you find your way back. You're also a bit limited in terms of...comfort. There's not a lot here in the way of entertainment, but it seems as though you'll have enough to do in order to keep yourselves busy.

For you see, unlike other murdergames, the restaurant has been long-abandoned. While there are a limited amount of rations around the town should you scavenge, and a small supply in your room appears now and then to keep you from starving, you'll have to hunt should you want to keep hunger away. Fortunately, there are bows and arrows available...

For the less hunt-inclined members of the group, you can find something to do. Gather wood for campfires,  tend to the camp, and there's a limited amount of fertile ground available for crops. Surely you can find something to do to improve life here.

3 - Boo Berry
Congrats! Somebody did a murder. Maybe it was even you. Maybe it was one of your friends. Maybe the victim was your brother. Might want to look into that, maybe?

4 - Fruit Brute
...This place is haunted. You come to this conclusion based on the fact that either you got caught during a trial, and you wake up as a ghost, or your dead friend who was killed is now floating around like it's nothing. Might have to adjust to life as a ghost.

5 - Fruity Yummy Mummy
For all the spooky prompts you wanna do that we don't have.

Keep in mind that posting in the test drive does not represent a commitment to join our game. You're welcome to play here even if you can't app. Playing here does not guarantee a slot in the game, nor does it count as a reserve. 

Comments

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[dragongod]

[Martin kind of really does mind the wolf wandering around, actually? It's... it's a wolf. He can't exactly speak for wolves in the rest of Tamriel, but the wolves in Cyrodiil aren't known for being friendly. They're more known for attacking travelers, actually, and he's tended more wolf bites than he can count in his time at the Temple of Akatosh.

Normally, it would be a fairly simple matter for a trained warrior to take it out. Martin, however, is by no means a trained warrior. Or even an untrained warrior. He's familiar enough with daggers, yes, at least familiar enough to know how to stab someone if they were theoretically to stand still right next to him, but he hadn't managed to find a dagger as he was searching a couple of the buildings. He had found a bow and a small amount of arrows, a weapon he has never wielded before in his life, so he isn't entirely helpless.

At least, that's what he keeps repeating to himself as he notches an arrow into the bow. Or. Attempts to notch the arrow. It's hard to do while holding the bow with one hand, so Carnivac may in fact just spot Martin crouching in plain sight, desperately fumbling with an arrow in an attempt to get it to align with the bow properly and cursing under his breath as he does so.

He's fine. He's got it.]

[anarchia]

[Isn't that a pathetic sight.

He hadn't encountered other humans apart from that Verity girl, and she already had shown this man up for bravery. As he attempts to load his weapon, Carnivac stands stoic, watching.

Waiting.]

[dragongod]

[It takes him a while to notice the animal hasn't moved, even though it's noticed him. For a couple tense seconds, he fully expects it to run at him, to attack-- but it just stands there, watching him with an air of... it almost feels like disapproval.

He gets the distinct impression that the wolf is mocking him. Which isn't entirely out of the question, he does know there are relatively intelligent wolves about (minions of Hircine, naturally), but either way he feels it's unwarranted and he most certainly doesn't appreciate it.

He glances up again as he's attempting once more to wrangle the arrow into the bow, squinting back at the wolf.]

I almost have it.

[He's lost it now, talking to animals-- it's stress, he tells himself, this is entirely warranted. Sometimes you have to justify yourself to a wolf.]

[anarchia]

[In a situation that, otherwise, has him rather on edge, he can't help but find this entire affair amusing. Perhaps it's madness from prolonged exposure to the noisemaze, but he feels close to laughing.

He sits down as the man continues to struggle.]

Take your time.

[dragongod]

[Martin watches carefully as the wolf sits down before relaxing slightly at the words, inclining his head in appreciation. He does simply need more time, after all.]

Thank you.

[He goes right back to the whole bow and arrow business, though he hardly gets far into his next attempt before his mind prods at him that something about the prior exchange wasn't quite right. He straightens up, twisting to peer over his shoulder and then scanning the woods around him before hesitantly side-eyeing the wolf, uncertain.]

Ah... you--

[He stops himself before he actually asks a question. He isn't far gone enough to justify asking a wolf if it just spoke to him. It wouldn't end well, even if he did-- either it is a talking wolf (therefore it's of the magic variety and he's in more danger than he thought), or it isn't (therefore someone stumbles upon him talking to a plain, regular wolf in the middle of the woods). Neither option is appealing.]

[anarchia]

You're welcome.

[He lightly twitches his ear as Martin gets back to it, and when he realizes...]

Awoo.

[The sound of a convincing, 100% authentic, wolf.]

[dragongod]

[Well, now he knows he's being mocked. And now he doubly has to justify himself.

Hastily, he sets aside the bow and arrow, standing up and taking the effort to brush dirt off of himself before gesturing casually towards the discarded weapon.]

A strange model. I am unfamiliar with it.

[He's still acutely aware that he's not only in the same area as a demonic wolf, but that he was also caught attempting to shoot at it. But, well, he's gotten this far in life by being polite. How else can he really handle the situation besides running, and that's hardly a dignified way to die. Better to go out attempting to maintain his pride, he supposes, though he's grateful that the Hero isn't here to mock him for it.]

[anarchia]

It was still embarrassing.

[He gets back to his feet, and approaches slowly enough not to immediately send him into a panic induced state, however slow that may be.]

[dragongod]

Yes, well...

[He just sort of clears his throat awkwardly. He can't... actually think of an argument for that, because he kind of agrees, but also he can physically feel the blow he took to his pride just then. At the very least he can fumble for recovery rather than actively make things worse. Wary as he is regarding the creature, if nothing else he's good at keeping a stoic expression and outwardly calm demeanor.]

I apologize. I'm not quite used to encountering wolves who... speak.

[He was definitely going to say 'wolves who don't kill people on the spot' but diplomacy is really the only skill he's got, there's no need to throw that one out the window immediately.]

[anarchia]

[The attempt at composure is commendable, despite how much he can sense his discomfort. It's certainly an improvement from before. That was just dire.

He realises that in speaking, he's blown what cover he had. It's too late to go back on that now, but hopefully it shouldn't have much in the way of negative consequences.]

No matter. I can't imagine it's a common phenomena.

[dragongod]

[The attempt at composure is probably visibly foiled by the wary eye contact he attempts to maintain with the wolf, not to mention the sweat he can feel on the back of his neck-- he hates that he's aware of it. He figures past Emperors never sweat buckets while conversing with wolves, and then wonders if any of them even had to or if they had relatively normal reigns compared to what he's been through in the last few weeks.]

It isn't entirely unheard of. Though most are far less... [mmmm what's the politest way to phrase this] ...agreeable.

[He's still rather suspicious, regarding that. As far as he knows, this is still most likely a Daedric creature of some sort, and Akatosh knows he's not exactly supposed to be engaging with it. Still, they're both being respectable enough, an accomplishment he feels hesitantly proud about.

Martin enjoys not having his face ripped off in the middle of diplomatic attempts. It's rare, but he enjoys it.]

[anarchia]

That's news to me.

[As he advances, the smell of his sweat becomes more and more pronounced. He wonders how much fear he'd instill in him if he were to transform right now.

But he's not one of those people that thrive off of scaring others. This man is hardly a threat, besides. There's no use to it. He remains in his canine form.]

You can relax. I have no intentions of attacking you.

[dragongod]

You don't often keep company with other talking wolves, then.

[He's sure on some level he means to present the question as one of genuine curiosity, but the tone comes across as more dry than he intends. A byproduct of persistent wariness and simply not knowing how to hold his tongue when he's this twitchy-- though he's sure Jauffre would insist that Martin never really knew how to hold it to begin with.

The response is automatic more than anything as the wolf approaches closer, even if the slight twitching of his hands are proof that it's a blatant lie:]

I am relaxed.

[Vaguely, he realizes how stupidly unbelievable that must sound, and just attempts to shift the focus off of him. It's really his only line of defense, not being noticed, but it's difficult to be overlooked when you're the only other participant in a confrontation.]

What are you doing in the woods if not hunting?

[anarchia]

[Oh please, if you're going to lie at least try a believable one.

He pauses in his movements at his question. He's unsure of how wise it would be to reveal the circumstances in which he's arrived in this situation, or to give up the illusion that he is a regular talking wolf.

Considering his company, though, there's not much of a threat from exposing himself. It might be worth trying to get some answers from him, besides.]

I'm not here out of my own volition. What do you know of this place?

[dragongod]

As little as you, by the sound of it. I was captured.

[Or at least that's the assumption. He certainly hasn't seen his captors about and they did a very poor job of trying to keep him contained in the cabin he'd woken up in. And he's not sure how they could have possibly gotten into Cloud Ruler Temple, let alone past all the Blades to get to him.]

Perhaps we have mutual enemies.

[anarchia]

I can't imagine anyone that would be after me would want you too.

[He doesn't mean it wholly as an insult, but he hardly seems like the type to have gotten himself involved with Cybertronian politics.]