collectedmods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
collectedmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
collectedmemes2020-06-12 05:51 pm
collectedmods) wrote in collectedmemes2020-06-12 05:51 pm
Entry tags:
TEST DRIVE #1
TEST DRIVE #1
Hi shoppers! Welcome to the first Test Drive Meme for COLLECTED. A few things before we get started:
» For the time being, our TDM’s are closed to those eligible to apply based on our invite system. This means that you must be on one of the mod’s plurklists, or invited as a +1 by someone on those lists. Thanks for understanding!
» TDM Threads will NOT be canon.
» Because of that, feel free to assume/handwave CR, and assume your character has been in the setting for a little bit.
» When the game opens, characters will be able to try their hand at going outside. But, during the TDM, all doors and windows to the outside will be locked, and characters will be unable to venture out there.
» These prompts are not exhaustive - feel free to make up your own within the setting of the mall! Anywhere on the Second Floor of the mall is free game. And if you have any questions about what you can and can’t do (or about anything else) reply to the QUESTIONS comment below, and we’ll get back to you soon.
Most importantly, have fun! And thank you so much for your interest in Collected; we’ve been so stoked over the turnout!! 🧡
PROMPTS
I.
There’s one big problem about getting around the Mall - and no, it’s not the bottom floor that’s flooded.II.
The other huge problem that the dilapidated infrastructure causes aside from making everything smell weird and leaving tons of crumbled debris around is that at some points in the mall, it’s impossible to get across large gaps in the flooring where it’s fallen through to the waters below. In fact, to access the side of the mall across from where you are right now, there are no paths that are safe for walking across. But there is one way.
One attraction of the mall has stayed (mildly) in tact - and that’s a Hi Wire Bicycle. The one way across to the other side of the Mall is this rusty, dusty bicycle attached to a thick wire, with signs around the attraction describing how much the fare used to be to ride across - if you were daring enough, that is! Obviously, no one’s ridden across this thing in years - much less for the overpriced payment required.
More than that, it seems a little… less than safe. The net that probably provided mall-goers with some degree of self-assurance has aged, sagging and unraveling at the junctures of some of the knots. If you were to fall onto it, would it still catch you…? The wire affixed to the bike doesn’t seem too steady, either, not to mention how hard you’ll have to push against the rusted pedals to get them to move. As it stands, though, it’s the only way across to get to the Second Floor’s other half of stores. Luckily (or maybe unluckily?) there’s a seat for you and a friend. So, at least you won’t go down alone.
To make it across, you’ll have to be brave, be creative, and most of all, be lucky!
A.III.Near the heart of the food court, decorations for what used to be Santa’s village are still laid about. How many Christmases ago were these left here? By the looks of things, a lot. A thick coating of dust has settled on the nooks and crannies of what is supposed to be the elves workshop, alongside the seat where Santa must have sat to take pictures with children.
In the Elves’ Workshop, you’ll find a massive amount of animatronic elves. They’re all positioned to be working on toys, putting up decorations, or singing from carol books - it looks like these little guys were put here to perform for kids, not unlike an interactive (and more Christmas-y) version of It’s a Small World. There’s even un-opened (and therefore okay-to-eat!) boxes of chocolate chip cookies that must have been for the Mall-goers around Christmastime stashed inside an open cabinet, which was most definitely only for employees to access.
The only problem is that once you enter and make your way inside the workshop… something strange happens. Is something grabbing onto your clothes? Your hair? Maybe a stray finger? It’s the little wooden hands of one of the elves. Your first thought is that you just brushed past it and got caught on it - but, on the second thought, it’s not letting go. In fact, it’s grip is getting tighter. Painful, even. All while it smiles blankly ahead, eerily still aside from it’s tiny hand squeezing you. Take your eyes off these cheery boys and girls for too long, and you’ll realize they’re not staying put like good little elves - they’re moving closer to you only when they’re out of sight.
If you’re unlucky enough for several to latch onto you, you’d better ho-ho-hope someone can break you free.
B.Outside the Workshop, more towards where the line to meet Santa would be, there’s a big snow machine. Unluckily for you, the machine’s sensors, which would have known to start putting out snow whenever people walk by, seem to still be working despite the Mall’s run-down state. As soon as you get near the thing, it starts spewing out tons of fake snow. It’s completely unlike the delicate sprinkling you’d find in a shopping center: it’s plain blasting you with the stuff, more like a hose than anything else. Too bad that the part of the machine that broke was whatever controlled the volume and speed of the snow instead of the sensors, right?
The fake snow is sticky and old, and will stick to you and the floor the more you get caught in it - better hurry and stop that machine!
C.There’s a huge, luxurious chair that was most certainly reserved for the Santa employee in the center of the village area - tall and wide enough for at least a few people to clamber onto. Even though the paint is chipping off parts of the throne, and the wood is decaying in places - it still doesn’t look too bad, all things considered. Even the camera is still sitting in front of the chair, balanced on a tripod as though there were kids coming to take pictures with Santa today.
You’ll find that walking into the frame of the camera with more than one person causes the camera to go off. The camera will even print your picture, and never seems to run out of film - no matter how many times it fires. Did it catch your bad side, the first time? Feel free to try again! Dress up, find props, take pictures with your newfound companions to your heart’s content!
The only thing to be wary of is that in every few photos, someone else is in the photo. It’s a smiling, bright-eyed child, despite their transparency compared to you and your companion in the image. Judging by the sitting pose, and the performative smile, the added kid is none other than a reflection of a child who had taken pictures here with Santa long, long ago.
With the size of the mall, and the variety of the stores inside, it’s only natural to think to forage for items that might be of use - there’s got to be something left behind here that will help you, right? Or a portal home?
Not too far from the department store you’d wandered in from, there’s a clothing store with an… interesting problem, for lack of a better word. The store has been overrun with rats. Big ones, too, scurrying about the floors and what’s left of the shelves, gnawing on what remains of the carpet and the remnants of cardboard packaging. Anyone sane would steer clear of this mess!
But, there’s something off about this store. Not only do all the rats somehow stay mysteriously contained within the walls of the store, never scurrying out of it, and with no signs of other stores being infested at all, but there’s also something that’s very familiar to you in this store. It could be a weapon, an item of clothing, or something as simple as your most favorite phone charm - point of the matter is, the rats have a hoard akin to a dragon’s behind the cashier’s counter, full of trinkets and belongings to all who have come through this place. They’ll work to keep their paws on what they have, too.
If you want your special something back, you’ll have to brave the vermin.
NAVIGATION
no subject
[Curious indeed; Schuldig, still hanging off of the fence like maybe he's staying ready to react and help out...somehow...if Abbacchio's crossing goes bad, abruptly screws up his face and grabs at his head for seemingly no reason! Out of nowhere! With no warning at all!
No reason, that is, but for the part about how his yelling directly coincides with the moment that Moody Blues puts in his appearance. Arm-ppearance.]
Motherfucker, what did you do? Fuck!
[Okay, forget helping. He scrabbles up and over the railing, dumping himself flat in a heap on the safe side so that he can clutch at his head with both hands.]
no subject
[At the last bit, Abbacchio swings himself so that he can make it to the other side finally, landing in a crouch and shaking out his arms. Well, that wasn't great, but they avoided the bike so. Cool. That's a plus, probably.
But he does think for a moment. Schuldig reacted when Moody Blues gave Abbacchio a hand of help. That can't be a coincidence, but Abbacchio isn't going to give anything away either.]
I'm not the one jumping across the damned gap like I'm in The Matrix or some shit.
no subject
[Tentatively, he cocks his head and releases his grip on it somewhat, testing. Then, since nothing's taking a figurative egg beater to the inside of his skull anymore, he gets himself up and dusts himself off, grumpily.]
Okay, well, if you didn't do it, then I got bad news about this side of the damn mall, because something over here is not a happy camper.
no subject
[Which sounds stupid, but probably not impossible. Ghosts. Why the hell not?]
How would you know that?
no subject
[The kinds of things that his previous employers tried to summon up from the depths of hell that one time BUT YOU KNOW. Bosses, right? Man.]
Boy, I don't know, though. Maybe because they're giving me a headache the size of France? Shit.
no subject
[Not that Abbacchio is, actually, doubting him for a second, because honestly he's witnessed some real bizarre shit. It's in the damned title and all. But he doesn't want to draw attention to himself whatsoever if he can help it.
He still hasn't decided who's friend or foe yet.]
Well, whatever. We're over here now and no amount of ghosts is gonna stop me here. You do what you want.
no subject
[Well, that makes one of them not drawing attention to themselves, at least. Schuldig doesn't seem to see any particular reason to hide it.]
It's more fun to do it with the telepathy, though. Go rummaging through the ol' upstairs vault, dig up all the secrets. You'd be surprised the things people think when they think they're safe in their own minds.
I mean, not you. Just people. Murderers. Scumbags. Lowlifes.
no subject
[Telepathy, though-- that's fucked. The last thing Abbacchio wants is someone rummaging around in his head and knowing what he's thinking in any given situation.
But Moody Blues seemed to do something. So hopefully he can rely on that if he has to.]
So what'd you do with your power, Professor X? Put people away or something?
[Abbacchio tries to ask in a way that's still disbelieving, not buying Schuldig's shit. But he does believe it, 100%.
That isn't going to stop Abbacchio from walking, heading into the side of the mall they just worked to get to.]
no subject
[He shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat, taking the question as an implicit invitation to follow along whether it actually was one or not. Hell, they're in this together, they might as well stick together and get eaten by the hellspawn as a team. Or something.]
Nah. I went to work right out of school.
[There's enough irony in the way he says it that it wouldn't take a detective to guess there's a story there.]
I do bodyguard work. Like on contract. Politicians, shit like that.
no subject
[It isn't, but he isn't going to be agreeable on anything if he can help it. He looks over the signs as they go, walking past the video game store entirely. Nothing useful is going to be in there as far as he's concerned. That's not to say he isn't keeping eye out for a Sephora though.]
Telepathic bodyguard. There's probably a movie to be made there.
[His tone keeps its disinterest, and this time it's partially sincere; he doesn't care about this guy's life story. He's barely being tolerated as it is.
But at least he's open about his fucking superpowers.
Abbacchio stops in front of a Cabela's. Hell yes.]
Now we're talking.
[Hopefully nothing inside is garbage.]
no subject
[You know what's probably in a sporting goods store? Parachute cord. Rope. Survival bullshit, because Americans are always big into that. Sleeping bags. Travel cookware. Oh, yeah, this is the jackpot, all right.]
What do you think, is it every man for himself, or do you want to actually teamwork this? 'Cause, see, I can tell you don't like me very much, but on the other hand, you'll carry a lot more with an extra set of hands, so.
no subject
[He could, theoretically, carry more if he used Moody Blues, but that's out for a few reasons.]
Find a bag and pack up what's useful. I figure if there's rope, we can just use it to go back down a floor instead of trying to cross our way back.
no subject
[He grins, though, and snaps off a brisk two-finger salute.]
But sure, fine. Meet back up here in...call it fifteen minutes? That way if one of us gets eaten by a hell demon or something, the other'll get there in time to make sure there's maybe still something un-digested to haul back out again.
no subject
[Maybe he'll be far enough away for Moody Blues to lend a hand anyway.]
Don't fuck up.
[And Abbacchio goes deeper into the store.]