TEST DRIVE #1

[collectedmods]

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.

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!

II.

A.

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.

III.

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

Comments

robin buckley ▶ stranger things

[decoder]

one ▶

❰ it's not enough to have explored one half of the mall -- no, robin wants to see the whole thing, to find other new tech pieces and weird cultural anachronisms she half-decides for herself, half-shyly asks questions about to fill in the gaps. are there more clothes to look at? mysteries to solve? some solution on the other side of this gap?

good thing robin is a doer, or else she might never know. the solution is a simple one, albeit one that makes her stomach turn slightly at the height and precarious drop involved should one push of a pedal go awry.

but that's what you're here for -- moral support! ❱

You gonna hang on tight during this tandem adventure? ❰ because you've somehow been convinced to be a daredevil with her, but maybe you need a little bit of a push to cling tightly to the teen sitting at the helm of this bicycle built for two ❱

two (a) ▶

❰ a treasure trove of chocolate cookies is certainly reason enough to investigate this workshop further -- she knows from experience exactly where to hide the good shit when you're working in a mall, and assumes that even in some dystopian future setting? mall jockeys probably think alike. it doesn't even have to be something super sweet; this is a situation where any food is good enough to find and hoard.

and yet curiosity comes with a price. the animatronic elves are simply creepy at first, not worth commenting on outside of their hideous paint jobs. then she explores a cabinet too deeply and stops paying attention (why would she, they're just dumb christmas robots?). the pinch comes as a shock, though she assumes it's a rat bite -- gross, hope that doesn't lead to an infection. instead, she yelps as she turns from her position to see the culprit is an elf, attached to the thin skin under her knee. it's such an awkward, tingly place to be grabbed; robin kicks at it in an attempt to free herself.

the elf clings tighter, causing the kick to hurt the sensitive flesh it's clamped onto. she grabs the hand attached to her leg, trying to pry the fingers open. a punch, a push. ❱

Get off me you Santa shit! ❰ another good whack only hurts her hand and topples them both over, and does nothing to break the elf's clutch. ❱

three ▶

❰ ooc: speeding past robin learning how to network and shit ❱

Anyone got anything to bash a rat with?
Willing to trade for something really good.
I've got:
- a flask (yes, there IS alcohol in it)
- jerky
- unopened lego set
- lip gloss
- stationary

Take your pick.

wildcard ▶

❰ if you wanna do anything else or talk something out, hit me up at ships or blush#3016! ❱

three

[teaserving]

does the lip gloss have a color to it?
got a decent baseball bat from one of the sports stores

[decoder]

I believe the bottom of this particular tube says "Saucy Mauve." Kind of brown if that's your style.

[teaserving]

pass im a purple or black kind of guy

i'll take the flask instead
bat's all yours

three

[windowsills]

Do you have to bash them?
That seems a little cruel.

[decoder]

It's not something I'm eager to do, if it sets your mind at ease.
But if I'm staring down a hundred or so with their teeth out, I'd rather have a bat or something with me.

three

[oomfies]

you wanna kill them too?

[decoder]

Less 'I wanna kill them' and more 'I'd rather have a nice defensive option at my disposal so I don't get swarmed alive by rodents.'

[oomfies]

well, i don't have any defensive weapons......
but i do have a lighter and some hairspray if you wanna be adventurous

Two

[houseparty]

( Tony, meanwhile, disagrees that the elves are just creepy. Well...they totally are creepy as Hell, but past the blank eyes, the molded, rictus grins and spritely costumes, they've got some potentially valuable innards- gears and servos and all kinds of parts to strip down and put to better use elsewhere. No one's gonna miss a troupe of dumb, dopey elves in the wasteland.

A little lost in the potential, considering all the applications they could do if they stripped the little bastards down, he loses track of what Robin's up to at first, until her yelp draws his attention. )

Hey! ( she topples, he sighs through his nose, and turns away from happy lil' Patches the Elf on-a-shelf to shine his scavenged flashlight on her. Before Patches can lurch forward and take his sleeve, Tony's already moving to Robin, reaching for the little bastard elf with all the air of a beleaguered dad. )

Hey, Scoops, quit playing around.