wildermemes | TEST DRIVE ※ 2

TEST DRIVE ※ 2
The spirit of the Green needs defenders but the game of fate it must play makes it so that its plans are like a garden, always in need of careful pruning. Only certain individuals are capable of living a life of adventure -- and even many who are capable may not be the heroes the Wilderlands needs.

The only way for the Green to be sure is by providing a test -- and as far as tests go, this one's a doozy, because the situation is real. There are countless conflicts all over the Wilderlands that are in need of intervention, so the Green tosses you head first into one of them with no warning or explanation. During it, you may perhaps run into others like yourself, thrown in over their heads -- or into others that came to the Wilderlands before you. Either way, your only chance of getting through it is to work together with whatever other unfortunates you find.

Welcome to the wilds, hero. Good luck with that whole 'deadly peril' thing.

MICKEY, YOU HAD ONE JOB!
A powerful Sorcerer left his apprentice in charge of his lair, but the apprentice has made a mess of things. He enchanted a broom and animated it to do some of his chores, like filling a basin with buckets of water. After the broom went out of control and overfilled the basin, he was forced to destroy it, but the shards only turned into more anthropomorphic brooms.

Now, hundreds of brooms are pouring water into the Sorcerer's lair, the Sorcerer's apprentice has run away (and magically locked the door, because he's a coward) and you're stuck in the middle of it all as the brooms keep pouring more and more water down the stairs into the Sorcerers' stronghold.

This room is filled with the requisite wizarding accouterments (like a stuffed alligator hanging from the ceiling) and most of it is just replaceable magical tchotchkes, but some of the books here are priceless and one of a kind. The Sorcerer is a force for good and his careless apprentice has made it so important ancient books may be destroyed before he returns, ones that could help turn the tide against evil in the Wilderlands.

The Green whispers to you that the brooms must be stopped and the books must be saved. The voices tell you that the magic in them is needed to save lives.

Also, you kinda need to not drown. Because the water's up to your knees and drowning's definitely a thing that might be happening if this keeps carrying on. The door is magically locked and the windows are magically warded so that while water can be poured out through them, people can't travel in or out of them. You're trapped.

Time to start bailing water and working together. Things are starting to look a little damp.

STUFF YOU CAN DO
A. FIGHT A HOUSEHOLD CLEANING IMPLEMENT

The brooms can probably be destroyed permanently! Maybe. Possibly.

It's worth a shot, right? Aside from the destructive magic you might find yourself now possessing (or superpowers or magic weapons...) The Sorcerer seems to have been doing some experimentation with gunpowder, among other things. The lair has firewood, flint and other firemaking supplies. Also axes and other tools.

The brooms can potentially reproduce from the shards if destroyed but if burned to ash or if the pieces are fine enough it may be possible to stop them once and for all. But if you fail, well, you may find your problem multiplying.

B. MESS WITH MAGIC

The Sorcerer has a lot of interesting-looking books on magic. Maybe you can find something useful within one of them that can stop the brooms and help make some of the water disappear?

Or you may just accidentally curse yourself. Good luck with that.

(OOC: All magic within the books can potentially help somewhat but only a little. Otherwise, characters can god any kind of curse effects they like for their character that occur from reading the books or trying to cast magic: legs turning to jelly, their voices turning squeaky, characters shrinking, characters growing in height, etc. etc. Feel free to get creative!)

C. BAIL A BUDDY OUT

Sometimes the best thing to do is push up your sleeves, grab a bucket, and get to work. While you can't climb out the warded windows, the water can be poured out of them and there are plenty of buckets to use to bail water. Grab a new friend and try to form a bucket brigade for a very work-intensive and awkward first introduction.

D. THE FLOOR IS LAVA

Well, not necessarily lava, but as the room starts filling with water, the floating furniture might be the only thing keeping you and the people around you alive. Help the people around you perch on furniture and stay afloat. Save the important books if you can, too, but you may want to make not drowning and preventing others from drowning a priority until the crisis is over.

G. FREESTYLE

The situation is pretty silly, with wild magic, gunpowder, anthropomorphic brooms, and flooding going on. Feel free to make something up! It's a big lair with a lot going on.

OOC INFO
✦ This TDM is open to everyone. However, top-levels should be made for potential new characters only. Characters currently in the game should only tag top-levels.

✦ Potential players may use test drive threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice.

✦ Current players can count TDMs towards AC. They can only count towards comment-based AC proofs.

✦ Potential players can opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, or start over fresh, based on preference. The magic bringing them to the game universe can fog their memories, if players don't want their character to remember TDM threads when introing into the game.

✦ Apps open: 4/1/18

✦ The game has limited slots. Please keep this in mind! We've had a lot of replurks in the announcement plurk, but the game is meant to be a very small game, with only 25 slots total, and many of these were already filled in the game's beta test round. There may be only around 10 or so open slots when apps open to everyone. The game will have a wait queue if the game hits cap during the app round but please be prepared for potential disappointment if we happen to hit cap you wind up not getting a player slot immediately. It's not personal; we'd love to accommodate everyone but the nature of the kind of campaign we're trying to run wouldn't work with a larger game.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"You better watch your mouth or I'll shove a broom up your ass." Dixon's absorbing less Alacruun's words than that condescending tone, and, like most people, he's no great fan of being on the receiving end of it.

He's even willing to be completely counterproductive to avoid it, so actually beating Alacruun with a broom isn't totally out of the question.

"What about magic to get rid of the water? Buy us some time while you look for the other magic."

"I would almost like to see you try," Alacruun sounds dryly amused by Dixon's threats. He probably shouldn't be, because he's currently an elf and he's stuck in a room with an irate human, but Alacruun has always thought very highly of himself and his ability to deal with things.

"Just give me a moment, will you? These things take time. Research is usually best conducted without all these distractions...!"

"You keep it up and you will." It may escalate past an idle threat, but there's a flood of new brooms rushing up the stairs, and that's enough of a distraction that Dixon doesn't get long enough to weigh the pros and cons of hitting Alacruun upside the head.

"Oh, sorry, I'll ask the fucking brooms to keep quiet so you can concentrate, how's that?"

"That would be very helpful, please do so immediately."

It's honestly hard to tell if Alacruun is being sarcastic or incredibly sincere. 50/50 toss-up, depending on how you interpret the tone of voice he throws out. Odds of them working this out together? Quickly approaching zero.

Look, Dixon's going to let Alacruun get off with a warning shot first.

By which he means he's going to scoop up a bucket of water and then toss the contents, as hard as he can and from like two feet away, right into Alacruun's face.

Alacruun was about to go back to sorting out this complicated spellbook, but instead he's just been soaked in water and he's left blinking rather owlishly, staring at Dixon as if he's grown a second head.

"You... insignificant little man-"

His voice has started in a threatening, low rumble and it's starting to get louader.

"How dare you?"

So much for a warning shot; Alacruun does not appear to be standing down. And since Dixon has a remarkably low tolerance for not getting his way, that only means one thing:

Escalation.

"You little fucking bitch-" Dixon throws himself at Alacruun, punching for his head.

The problem they were supposed to be solving seems a distant concern.

Alacruun wasn't honestly expecting Dixon to attack him. He's also not actually that good at fighting when he's a humanoid. He's used to spellcasting or just being a dragon. Not getting hit in the face. He lifts his hand in a defensive gesture and then staggers back as Dixon's fist connects with his face.

Ow..

"Stop this-!"

Dixon might be able to use the momentum of getting the jump on Alacruun and feeling totally comfortable brawling to beat the hell out of him, but being near up to his waist in water by now finally gets him to focus back on the task at hand.

"Teach you." Dixon spits into the water. "How about you find those spells already before I have to kick your ass again?"

"You... will regret this," Alacruun promises with a low hiss of breath. Something threatening. He has a long memory and all the time in the world to figure out a proper method of revenge. But they are faced with some serious issues at current, so he'll table it.

At least for now.

"Don't worry about my task. I'm competent enough to handle this-"

"Whatever." Dixon gets back to bailing and chucking brooms out the window. There really isn't much else he can do, and that doesn't particularly sit well, because it means relying on this asshole for something. This asshole he neither likes nor has any idea if he's capable.

"Just make it fast."

TEST DRIVE ※ 2

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