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TEST DRIVE MEME #2
Welcome to the TDM for Expiation, a pan-fandom adventure game with fantasy, science fiction, and sometimes subtle horror elements. We ask that top-level comments are reserved for new characters and players looking to experience a taste of the world and overarching storyline. Characters already in the game, however, are free to use TDM prompts in their own catch-alls and logs. Feel free to submit any TDM / prompt-related questions to the corresponding comment below.
New players / characters looking to app are free to use TDM threads as samples in their application. Preexisting players / characters may use TDM threads as part of their AC proofs (with the stated limitations).
You may find the below links helpful in getting to know themes of the world, locations, the people, and so on.
BE OUR GUEST
You may possess any number of questioning thoughts as you traverse the blindingly white room and are dropped into a darkness beneath your feet, but perhaps those same thoughts will be replaced with an awe and curiosity as you come to. Expiation has you now and you have joined the ranks of the Chosen, a seemingly select number of individuals who have arrived with parchment either in-hand or near them, detailing physical and mental statistics in addition to a particular crime to which you have been accused.
How you choose to spend your time here is largely up to you...
IT'S A WINDMILL, NOT A GIANT


As you begin to acquaint yourself with the lay of the land about you, you'll find that not too far from where you've woken there's a rather grandiose tower windmill. Its blades rotate at a casual pace as it faces the ocean and its accompanying shoreline. It appears to be in relatively pristine condition, implying that it is cared for well and often, likely by the locals of the town of Aldrip, which can be easily spied from the elevated level of land upon which the windmill sits.
Outside of the main structure is a collection of wooden crates in various display. Some of these are closed. Some are open. If you observe for long enough, you'll eventually find that a few relatively muscular sorts arrive on the scene to retrieve some of these crates and take them back the distance toward the town that lingers at the base of the mountains. If you choose to inspect the crates, you'll find some of them filled with heavy canvas sacks that contain flour. If you choose to ask the town locals retrieving them about this, they will explain that the windmill companion you have woken near is just one of the many implements that the locals use to provide sustenance to dining tables, festivities, and more.
You have the option to help the locals carry crates back, potentially to curry some favour with them, or simply take some sacks of flour yourself. Crates require more than one person to carry due to the weight, but two able-bodied adults should be able to handle the job quite well. A sack of flour can generally be carried by one, but perhaps you'll find yourself needing some assistance anyway. Maybe ask one of the others who've woken up near you. It certainly seems you're not alone in this new endeavour.
WHERE ONLY THE BRAVE MAY GO


If windmills and manual labour aren't your thing, you may find yourself drawn to the seemingly mysterious cave at the foot of the mountains, not far from the windmill in question.
The locals refer to this cave as Lorentia. Jagged rocks poke out around the entrance and have been sculpted and shaped to resemble what appears to be the massive sharp-toothed mouth of a dragon. It is possible you may be momentarily stopped by one of said locals who will explain that the Lorentia Cave is a passage system that leads through the interior of the mountains, though due to some collapse of the inside, the passageway does not go in far and is currently blocked off for the safety of local citizenry. In other words, proceed with caution.
If you're still feeling brave and care to take a peek inside, by all means. No one's going to stop you.
The interior of Lorentia Cave consists of both narrow passageways and some larger, more cavernous like rooms. There are assorted mining implements scattered along the ground, propped up against the walls, and carts that are filled with various ores, rocks, crystals, and more. The locals of Aldrip use Lorentia Cave for largely mining purposes and many of the things that are retrieved can be used for the smithing forges, the crafting of weaponry, or fashioning into jewellery and other accessories that are sold locally and taken to other towns on the continent.
There are some crudely designed signs that note to take care and depict simple skull drawings, indicating that certain paths may be a little more dangerous to traverse than others. If you are especially lucky (or unlucky, as the case may be), you may even spot some skeletal remains from some less-than-fortunate souls who got caught in a dead-end path and simply never made it out again.
If you listen closely, sometimes you hear the flutter of wings and a distant roar. Maybe it's best not to linger...
NO SOMETHING FOR NOTHING
MAXWELL'S SILVER ROCK-HAMMER


The townsfolk are welcoming to newly-arrived, something that has largely been met with a fair amount of scepticism and wariness from prior arrivals. That said, they continue to be hospitable, eager to share stories and songs about their land, their people, and their traditions.
A jewelcrafter is displaying their work today, putting their various wares out for locals and members of the Chosen to admire, or perhaps to purchase. Part of their demonstration is opening geodes with rock-hammers and showing off the impressive inside of colour and masterful natural works of art gifted to them by the land's bounty. They may choose to speak a little on how they revere the land, the resources they've been given, and how all of this has been bestowed upon them by the very gracious Those Who Were There, a mysterious and seemingly celestial higher power.
For those who are interested, they have the opportunity to offer some assistance to the jewelcrafter by opening some geodes as well. There's plenty of rock-hammers to go around and the most recent retrieval from Lorentia Cave's mining appears to have been very successful. The jewelcrafter is so moved by the offer of help that he's more than happy to let those who aid him keep one opened geode for themselves at no cost.
Congratulations on your new piece of decor!
FORGING BONDS IN THE FIRES OF PASSION


If you were a brave soul who made visit to the Lorentia Cave and came back with some weapon or armour crafting materials (including skeletal remains), you'll find that the smithies of Aldrip are eager to do business and many of them enjoy their craft for the sake of being passionate about what they do.
They'll waste no time in starting the forge and should you have a specific piece in mind you are requesting, as long as they have the materials on hand, they'll even be willing to show you the general process from start to finish on a rough draft of the piece in question. If you're feeling especially keen to help, they may offer to let you work directly on your project, though they will express apprehension and a wary eye for those who fail to have prior experience with such gruelling tasks.
Once your piece is finished, you can either wear it immediately, learn the best way to maintain and keep your equipment, or put it out on public display to show the rest of Aldrip and its residents, new and old alike. If you choose to let the smithies keep your piece, they'll pay you the cost of the materials you've brought them, plus a small percentage markup depending on how much personal effort you put into the craftsmanship personally.
Better yet, you may have just come out of the situation with a permanent bond. The smithies have an appreciation for those who share similar interests and may be willing to provide future discounts to those who purchase their wares.
FEEDING THE MASSES
YOU'RE A REEL CATCH


Aldrip locals always have a need for food and with many Chosen having recently arrived, that need has increased exponentially, for now they have a larger number of mouths to keep fed and stomachs to keep happy. To help inspire this retrieval of food, Aldrip is hosting a fishing competition and anyone who's interested in participating may do so, provided that they follow the guidelines set in place.
All participants must use local fishing equipment and this will be provided by the various merchants in town free of charge, save for those who wish to keep their fishing tackle. All fish caught within the local rivers, ponds, and the nearby ocean are acceptable for submission. Citizens (local or Chosen) are forbidden from using magic or technology as a means to catch their quarry. Anyone found breaking these rules will be disqualified and will be fish'd (that is, they will have raw flopping fish thrown at them).
The winner of the competition is chosen by having caught the largest fish (determined by size and weight) and will be announced at the end of the competition. The applicable winner may keep their fishing tackle free of charge and have their winning fish cooked in the style of their choice by the locals, which can then be shared amongst the people if they so choose (a fantastic way to make friends). The winner will also have a mediocre fish sculpture awarded to them with their name chiselled into the details in honour of their glorious victory.
OOC Notes:
Both TDM participants and characters already in the game may participate in the fishing competition. Please use the designated comment if you wish to partake. On the 13th of March (after applications have closed for the cycle), the winner will be announced and drawn by RNG. We will announce who the winner is on this TDM post (in these notes), the moderator plurk, and the OOC community.
I'M A [X], NOT A FISHER


If you're not a fishing kind of individual yourself, there's still plenty for you to get involved with.
Aldrip has need of people who are capable of preparing meals, especially seafood. It is probable that many participants of the fishing competition will end up fishing up things that are not fish or eligible for submission, but still edible. These include crabs, lobsters, jellyfish, octopuses, clams, and other related sea life. If you have experience with cooking or simply want to help out, the Aldrip locals will welcome you with open arms and may even pay you for your assistance.
If cooking isn't your forte, you'll find that some of the Aldrip citizens enjoy a betting pool from time to time. If you have some coins or something else you don't mind putting up for gamble, you might just come out with the whole pot if you put your currency on the winning fisher. Anyone found to be attempting to rig the betting pool and competition, however, will be returned their bet. We don't take kindly to cheaters here.
At least not openly.
Fishing can be a sometimes dangerous pastime. You may find a fisher who has gotten themselves accidentally hooked on their line or perhaps when they were freeing a fish, the hook got lodged into their thumb. Aldrip welcomes those who have healing abilities to help assist those more unfortunate situations, so fishers can go back to casting out their lines to make the most of the competition. That said, there's nothing in it for potential healers, just the notion that you've done a good deed.
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[Of course he was going to help move crates, he's a protagonist. Of course he's also a bit of a dingus, so somehow or another in the process he got covered in flour. No, he will not be explaining how that happened. The point is, he's too curious for his own good, like a human-shaped bipedal cat, so he's still absolutely covered in flour as he goes meandering into the mouth of Lorentia Cave. Ever a thief at heart, he first zeroes in on a cart of Shiny Objects, because of course he does, and picks a few of them up, turning them over in his hands.]
[Should someone see him doing this, he immediately looks up with a casual grin, holding one out.] Think anyone would miss one of these?
» MAXWELL'S SILVER ROCK-HAMMER
[Related fact; he has a bunch of rocks when he makes his way into the town, and happily offers some to the jewelcrafter for appraisal. He subsequently offers to help break rocks, because who doesn't love to smash things with hammers? He gets to break one of his own rocks, too, settling somewhere nearby after the interaction with an arm full of broken geodes in a few colors. He's trying to decide if he wants to name them.]
[Oh, and he's still covered in flour. That's a thing.]
»FORGING BONDS IN THE FIRES OF PASSION
[Luck be a flour-covered Phantom Thief tonight.]
[He's never worked in a smithy before, all his weapons were purchased toys from an airsoft shop, but he does have a pocket full of rocks and stuff. When he shows what wasn't assessed as geodes and broken into pretty decor items by the jewelcrafter to the smithies, they're immediately Excited, and Akira likes to let people talk about their special interests. When the result is being asked what sort of weapon he would want forged, well, he certainly won't say no to a dagger. He was feeling a bit empty-handed without one, anyway, and it just so happens one of his geodes was a pretty ruby color that would look real nice inlaid in the handle of a callback to Joker's dagger. It's a number of hours of work, and he helps where he's able (his arms may look like noodles, but he sure can smack things with a forging hammer!), and the result is probably the most satisfied, flour-covered sweaty teenager with a bunch of rocks and a brand-new dagger the land has ever seen.]
[He's twirling his new dagger on the end of his finger in the middle of the town somewhere just after, and yeah, he's still covered in flour.]
»YOU'RE A REEL CATCH
[Oh he was absolutely built for this. He doesn't compete
because I'm late to this TDM by a lot, because he's mostly just in it To Fish, but boy howdy, does he fish. Most fish he catches, both large and small, are offered to a local or onlooker shortly after it's caught, but not after he looks extremely pleased about catching it.][So now he's covered in flour and wet, so his clothes are starting to get kind of cakey and gross. It's fine, he's fishing!! He keeps a small bucket of fish to the side of his pole, glancing down at them every so often. When approached, if he doesn't give you a fish or you don't accept one, he switches gears just slightly.] If you can point me somewhere I can prepare or cook these, I make a pretty mean sushi roll, if I do say so myself.
KICKS DOWN THE DOOR MY SON forging social links
She'd asked the locals last month to forge her a naginata, but now that she's been here a little longer and collected some extra money and favors, she's back with fresh designs sticking out of her notebook, her current naginata on her back, and an armful of geodes to foster additional goodwill. Never let it be said that she expects anything for free! Oh, and she also has her Evoker holstered high on her thigh under her skirt; she's keeping it hidden as best she can, but it's probably a good idea to keep it with her instead of leaving it in her room, especially after the weirdness in the forest.
It's after she's handed over her latest drawn designs of a naginata with additional information about the weight and balance that she notices a boy about her age that she hasn't seen before. He isn't dressed like a local, but more importantly...]
Are you... covered in flour?
[Like, maybe it's dust, but it's white.]
oh my god his account expired please bare with my lack of icons.
[He straightens up a little when Kotone questions him, and he knows she's talking to him because he's pretty sure nobody else in the area is covered in flour, or covered in much of anything that could be presumed flour. He flashes her a grin, shrugging his shoulders with his hands still in his pockets.] Yep.
rip
[Well, alright. That might as well happen. She snorts a little bit of a laugh and points at his glasses before holding out her hand.]
Let me clean those off for you, at least. [Considering he's covered in flour, there's no way he can clean them on his own clothes, so...]
Did you get in a fight with the boxes at the mill and lose?
i'll redo it when i submit his application wheeze
[He goes slightly cross-eyed to look at his glasses, realizes that wow, they sure are covered in flour, that explains a lot of why he can't see particularly well right now! Go figure. A breathy laugh at his own expense shakes his shoulders, causing more flour to rain off his person, but he reaches up and removes his glasses, offering them to her. Notably, he doesn't look up to meet her eyes without them.] Something like that, yeah. Thanks.
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Here you go!
[And she offers his glasses back, ducking under him a little to try to meet his eyes. She's almost tempted to try to just put his glasses on for him, but she'll refrain for now. After all-]
You're new here, right? My name's Kotone Shiomi. Nice to meet you!
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Akira Kurusu. Nice to meet you too, Shiomi-san. [Ducking his head in a shallow bow continues to dust flour everywhere, Akira you are a menace right now.]
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dazai's clothing might just fight better tho
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uses this icon because when the fuck will it be more apt
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reel catch.........
What.
So that's how Shinjiro winds up where he is, standing there arms crossed and frown already in place, watching this dude go wild every time he gets a fish and also, yeah, get grimier. What is that. Is that flour. My dude.]
Not covered in shit like that, you don't. [no sushi roll crafting for nasty boys?? don't be gross.] Nobody needs sushi with a side of lake water gunk.
i love them already
Oh. [He lets the fish slip into the bucket, looking his clothes over with a frown.] ...yeah, that's. Kind of gross, I'm sorry.
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No kidding.
[He doesn't recognize this guy, and he's not dressed like a local under all the gunk, so hm - new? Not that Shinjiro knows every Chosen in town, ha ha, ridiculous— but at least that earns an iota of sympathy. He probably only has one outfit...
But also come on dude don't be nasty.]
Give me the bucket. [He holds out a hand. Give it.] And go beg somebody for a clean apron, at least.
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[He can't quite tell how he ought to be responding to Shinjiro, anyway-- he'd been given a paper with crime(s) on it, from what he'd woken up with, so he appeared to still be being haunted by his once-false criminal record, and-- oh. He blinks blankly up at him for a moment, but complies easily, hefting the bucket and handing it over. He did have his yukata in his bag, at least, but... Well, he'd sort of forgotten about being Covered in Flour in his excited haste to Fish.]
[He stands, ducking into a shallow bow, and skitters off to go ask for an apron. He's given one by a jovial local, whom he promises at least two fish to, and is tying it around his waist as he returns.] Small improvement, but improvement all the same, maybe?
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Or: Shinjiro has damned himself to standing there with the bucket, which he realizes a moment too late, but luckily he's not just ditched out here. Points for Akira, he supposes; he regards the apron with a scrutinizing gaze and gives him a vague grunt of... not-disapproval. Not approval, either? It's hard to tell.
He holds the bucket back out.]
Keep your sleeves rolled up, too. [shinji be nice to people challenge-] ....It'll do. You said sushi?
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[He tries to roll up the sleeves of his polo and frowns a moment, actually taking the time to roll them up so they're more folded into the shoulders of the shirt, completely out of harm's way. Patting them each when he's done, he grins at them and picks up his pole again, casting the line as he answers.] Yeah. Curry's my specialty but fish this fresh just begs for sushi.
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Maxwell's
[It's refreshing to see a familiar face, even if said familiar face is...covered in flour?? Sumi slows her jogging approach, brow furrowed a little in baffled confusion when she takes that in.]
Are-- Are you okay? What happened?!
BABY!! GIRL!!!!!!!
[And sure enough-- there she is. His face lights up and he spins the dagger again, slipping it into its temporary leather sheath and hooking it onto his back belt loop.] Sumire! [He absolutely does not run to make up the remaining distance between them, but it's maybe an excited little canter. As she frowns at his flour-coated state, he takes a small half-step backward, raising his hands in apologetic surrender.] Flour, by the windmill. Shenanigans. [He wants to scoop her up off the ground and spin her but he is covered in flour and this cannot be.]
THE BOY!!!
Shenanigans, huh? [She can't help but giggle, grinning up at him. It hasn't been nearly so long since she's seen him, for her, but it's still a relief to see a familiar face.]
We've been here not even a full day and you can't resist! [She teases him lightly and chuckles, looking down as she tucks some hair behind her ear. She assumes he's new like she is, at least.] I haven't seen anyone else yet...
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Always shenanigans. [Taking careful, quick stock of the surrounding area, he nods and returns his focus to her.] You know me too well, shenanigans may as well be my middle name. Have you been okay?
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It's all been a bit confusing. Did you get one of those papers with your... Your crime on it? [She frowns, furrowing her brow and chewing on her bottom lip] This place... Knows too much. But it doesn't feel like it's some extension of Maruki's world or a Palace or anything like that either.
[She's quiet a moment before her shoulders slump and she looks up at him with a worried, albeit hopeful, look. If there's anyone she can turn to during weird things like this, it's him. Surely he knows...something, right???]
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[The way she fidgets makes him look her over with a bit more scrutiny, and he notices the way her eyes are red with a slight startle, folding forward at his hips to lean closer to her face.] Mmn, just "theft", probably because I've done too many crimes for it to have one that really serves as a "got 'em". [He reaches out and doesn't quite touch her, but makes a motion as though to tip her chin up toward him.] Yours hurt, yeah? [It's a careful assessment, but one made in seriousness and concern. Tell him your troubles, baby girl, he will bite someone.]
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FINALLY slides in here (where only the brave may go!)
But physical labor isn't really where he excels at the best. Instead he tries to opt in to do more investigating-lenient work, something where he gets to put his logical thinking into use. So, he figures out that exploring the Lorentia Cave is good place as any to start with. After all, they are shrouded in mysteries and are supposed to be source for crystals and other minerals that surely are valuable to the town's people. (and he's somewhat interested in the dragons! but without his powers there's no way he'll be actually challenging any of them).
But what he didn't expect was to see a faint trail of flour leading to the mouth of the cave. Almost like in the story of Hansel and Gretel leaving the breadcrumbs --- just shittier version of that. It doesn't take long from him to spot the actual source of the flour and that---
He shouldn't really be as surprised to see Akira here. From what he's understood this place prefers those who walk morally grey path. And who'd be better candidate for that than Akira Kurusu, the youth who bears the flames of rebellion within him. And yet.. he is still taken aback seeing the familiar frizzy hair in front of him, body crouched down to investigate the contents of a lonely mine cart.
Well, he's not given much time think just what he feels about having his rival here (glad? shocked? annoyed? all of them??). Akechi sees Akira digging out shiny gems. He lets out a heavy, unimpressed sigh.]
I see you haven't wasted any time to get back to your usual antics, Joker.
and then babygirl.
[--anyway.]
[He's still covered in flour, not even remotely concerned about the trail leading to his position in the cave. Hearing Akechi's approach, he rolls onto the balls of his feet and stands, a small array of various rocks and ores in his palms and balanced up the insides of his forearms, and he goes to turn around to display them with intent to ask if whoever is approaching him would expect them to be missed, but... That voice. A few of the rocks tumble off his forearms as his balance falters, and it's not just the flour that has him looking white-faced when he turns to look at him fully.]
[Six months wasn't really a long time. With Sumire, it had just been a summer away, even if he'd returned to Tokyo briefly. He'd left Sumire on the same train platform he'd come back in on, alive and well, whereas Akechi... His posture is pulled taut like the string of a bow, and his fingers curl loosely around the rocks in his palms. Clearing his throat, he manages a wobbly grin, not quite to the sharpness of Joker but maybe it's just the light.] Couldn't very well call myself that moniker if I wasn't, could I?
OPENS ARMS!!!
No, I suppose you couldn't. Although I can see you're losing your touch. [He hums and watches Akira to try gather his bearings. It seems like this unexpected reunion is just as big of a shock to him as it was to Akechi. It hasn't even been that long since the last time he saw the Phantom Thief, not really. But there's no telling just how long time it has been for Akira. What all has happened after Maruki's defeat? Did the reality return back to normal as they had planned? What had became of that megalomaniac therapist? There's so many questions that needs to be asked but he supposes those can wait for a bit now.
They need to deal with this situation first.]
What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost. [Hah. It's a joke. Get it?]
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[He swallows at the bluntness of the question, the set of his shoulders sagging slightly, and slips the rocks in his hands into his pockets to move toward him, his gait somewhere between a brisk walk and a jog. He stops roughly an arm's length from him, moving fluidly and reaching out to grasp Akechi's shoulder, exhaling when he lands on solid mass.]
Pretty solid for a ghost.
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[The gesture doesn't really come to him as surprise. He supposes if their roles were reversed he'd too would want to make sure he wasn't talking to some weird hallucination. Though, he'd probably try throwing one of those rocks at him rather than go for physical contact like this. Akechi's never been one who likes to be touched in general and the small puff of flour cloud really doesn't make it any more pleasant.
(Dude. They have only limited amount clothing here. Don't get him dirty!)]
I take it you're not awfully disappointed? [Because he did saw that reaction, the long exhale escaping between his lips. Almost as if he was relieved.
With his own lips drawn back in irritation he pushes the hand off him and tries to dust his shoulder clean.] Why are you covered in flour?
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[He recoils his hand when brushed off, breathing a faint laugh that shakes his shoulders, dusting the ground around him in a faint coating of flour. He lets his hand trail to Akechi's wrist where he dusts at him but doesn't quite touch him again, leaving his fingers outstretched toward him.] ...guys by the windmill. Shenanigans. You're real, [The last part leaves him before he thinks better of it, his tone horribly quiet but doing nothing to hide the bubble of emotion he can't quite name compressing his lungs.]
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