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wildestmods ([personal profile] wildestmods) wrote in [community profile] wildestlogs2021-10-01 09:11 pm

TEST DRIVE ※ 1


TEST DRIVE #1


These woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but being lost in them is pretty alarming to most people. Perhaps it's lucky you're hearing what sounds like... a party?

If you follow the sounds through thinning trees, a brick-paved road rises from the ground ahead. Keep going, and you'll find yourself approaching a bustling festival. Small, jaunty, colorful buildings line a way bedecked with flags, banners, and (of course) ever-present vendors.

Good morrow! Dost thou carest for a turkey leg? Some funnel cake? Modestly priced costume jewelry? Come right this way, dear visitor! The faire is here!

First, however, the faeries would like a moment of your time. At one of the entry gates, a spritely, brightly-dressed faerie tells you, "Tickets are long-since sold out, but joy is one currency we accept. So as long as you plan to enjoy yourselves, you may enter with a day pass. However, please read the sign. By entering, it means you agree to the terms."

The faerie points to a large wooden sign with words painted on it. The sign says something to the effect that the summer faeries are not responsible for anything that happens at the faire, and by entering you're agreeing to exempt them from indemnifying you for not offering the same magical protections they offer proper ticket holders in the unlikely event of surprise and disaster, etc etc.

Fortunately, it's actually not that different from a standard legal agreement for some kind of dangerous activity like go-cart racing. Of course faeries would be careful about any legal disclaimers for events.

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Premise/Short Facts | Arrival/Welcome | Setting Background/FAQ


A FAIRE SHAKE

A renaissance faire is in full swing in the woods today, or so it would seem. But no one here is just playing a part: these outsize personalities, bright costumes, and pseudo-Elizabethan voices are perfectly real.

It's the only place you can go for food and appropriate clothing. Also there's magic at your feet, drawing you towards others bound by the Quest magic, making it so all paths seem to lead to the Faire. Even if you don't want to enter, it feels like you have to, like there's something important to find.

a) The Faerie Toll
Some of the faeries are lighthearted and cheerful, with round and heart shaped faces and brightly colored clothes. These summer faeries are willing to part with some faerie coin in exchange for certain actions. Anyone that watches others take them up on their deals can see that the actions are indeed harmless, and there is no catch. Apparently happiness and frivolity really can be exchanged with the faeries here. Ways to earn a small bit of coin: physical comedy, agreeing to a round in the dunk tank (yes they have one), telling the faeries a good joke (but it really has to be a good one, by faerie standards), letting oneself getting pied in the face, and pieing someone you're with in the face, among other things. Silly dances are also in high demand, especially ones with actual rules vs. ones that are made up on the spot, with a clear preference for moves like tiktok dances, the macarena, or the Hustle.

b) New and In Stock

You tried to steal from the faeries instead of paying their toll, or have otherwise misbehaved. The faeries like your moxie, though. They'll let you keep what you took (if you took something), but first you're gonna have to do some time in the stocks.

Will anyone take mercy on you and bust you loose? Does anyone have a tomato? Perhaps you meet someone else while they're suffering a similar punishment in the other stocks across from you. If you didn't actually steal, maybe you got framed. Or you're in the stocks with your "partner in crime" who you were falsely accused of being affiliated.

Fortunately, you won't be in there overly long. Even if you can't escape and no one busts you out, the faeries aren't particularly cruel and the absolute worst you'll get thrown your way by the crowd is a fruit.

If you push, the faeries might also let you out if someone else agrees to be responsible for your good behavior. This could, naturally, lead to both of you doing more time together.

c) I'm Just Here For the Turkey Leg
Wandering lost in the woods is hungry work. Maybe you know better than to eat food offered by faeries, but the humans of the faire should be safe enough, right? Where else are you going to find a whole turkey leg, a funnel cake, or a cold beer around here? The lines can get pretty long though, and sometimes orders get mixed up, or someone swipes what was yours! Maybe they bump into you and spill food down your front. Or perhaps you see someone with no money and decide to offer to share.

Some of the food seems out of this world or is clearly made for a more alien palate (not always in an appetizing way). Most of the food has big enough portions if you're not the only one eating

d) Surely, You Joust
Whether you're just watching, betting on the outcome, or have convinced someone to armor you up and put you on a horse, the jousting tournament is a major event! Will anyone be able to unseat the intimidating Black Knight? Have you started a rivalry with a competitor you just met in a line twenty minutes ago? Are you helping another member of the squad by pumping them up for their match? Or are you just over here to see how many horses you can pet without anyone noticing?

Even those not interested in the competition might want to give it a whirl. There are different rewards for unseating certain levels of competitors like food supplies, flasks of boozeahol, small bags of silver or gold, and weapons of moderate quality, like swords, knives, or bows.

For those that don't own their own armor and lances, some light armor and lances are on loan but the armor is all dinged up and the lances are easily broken, putting someone using them at a disadvantage.

e) Everyone's a Comedian
You (and maybe your threadmate) are being teased by a pair of funnymen doing a bit, be they jesters, Punch and Judy style puppets, or a pair of washing well wenches. The audience is delighted, but are you? What are you both going to do?

f) Wares, If You Have Coin
You're here! You have some gold! Time to get yourself some "period appropriate" (for varying values of both words) gear. Have you found a shopping buddy? What if you resell some goods you just picked up at a slight markup? Are you suspicious of the quality of a vendor's goods? Maybe this item over here is the last of its kind, and you and this stranger want it!

g) Stop! Thief!
Someone picked your pocket or snatched something out of your hands! It might even be your thread partner. Do you give chase? If your threadmate isn't the thief, are they helping you chase the thief down or getting in your way?

h) Archery Range
Are you taking the chance to start learning a new skill on the practice targets? If it's any incentive, several fair maidens and handsome young fellows are hanging about, flirting with the best shots. If you're already good, you might be competing in the archery competition for a prize! The targets are close enough you can make conversation with the person one target over.

i) Fortune Told
A stubborn young blonde woman in a long purple robe with a pointed hat - one that looks more than a little bit witchy - is determined to read your fortune for you. Loudly. Whether you like it or not. She has to demonstrate her skills to drum up business, you see! Now please hold your hand still, she just needs to get a good look at your fate line...

(Note: Players will have to npc the fortuneteller says in their thread and can go absolutely wildly wrong. However, sometimes the fortuneteller suddenly gets more intense and guesses a few things closer to the truth...)

j) Out of Water
You draw attention to yourself with your behavior, or by how strange your manner of dress is (according to the faire folk, anyway.) Perhaps you have a still-functioning small electronic like a smartphone that's unlike anything they've ever seen. People are starting to give you the stink eye or ask you invasive questions. Will your threadmate help you out?

k) Bargaining With the Fae
There are some faeries here that are different from the sunny, cheerful summer faeries running the fair. These are the winter faeries, more ethereal and elegant, more immaculately dressed in finery that's a little too fancy for the event. Despite their beauty - or maybe because of it - these faeries are...colder. Many of them are busying themselves with maintaining magical lanterns around the edges of the faire. If asked, they tell your character they're handling security and to bug off.

But some of them maintain stands in shadier-looking areas of the faire. They're willing to offer more in exchange for greater payment. Warm, durable clothing to cut through the slight chill that comes at evening and night time. Swords made of much stronger metals than can be found elsewhere, of better make, with edges that take forever to dull. Bows with strings that rarely ever break.

Their deals are definitely backhanded though. For payment, they might say something like "we could really use your view on something, just a half hour of your time" and instead of having you participate in conversation where your insight is welcome, you lose your ability to see for a half hour.

These effects are unpleasant but usually temporary, lasting no longer than a half hour or so - but it's not like they'll tell you that. And if you try to go back to the stall afterwards to confront them, they'll have mysteriously disappeared. You'll at least get to keep whatever your bought and it will be of good quality, but the joke is definitely on you.

l) Wild Card!
You can make up anything your character might reasonably see at a normal Renaissance Faire, or place an encounter in the woods nearby! Go wild!


OOC DETAILS

This counts as a plot and is part of game canon! This means that new players aren't the only ones that can make top-levels. Current characters can be thrown in like it's any other plot or event. The default for threads is that they're game canon if all characters involved are apped in or already in game, but prospective players may opt out and consider a thread non-canon if they're not happy with it.

Feel free to play around with powers. If your character has powers from canon you want to play around with, go for it. If you'd like to test out possibilities for game powers, also go for it. Feel free to change it up from thread to thread if you need to. If you want to keep a thread as canon this can be handwaved as the magic making characters' powers shift a few times before settling.

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, and in quality and length (200 words). 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.

Players can count TDMs towards AC, with the same AC rules as any other threads.

The game is invite-only. Players without invites are allowed to tdm since some of them may know someone in game to ask for one, and since some people enjoy TDMs just for fun in games they don't plan to app into. But an invite is required during the apping process.

The game is at a starting cap at 30 players. Right now the current number of invitees is likely to not exceed the game's 30 slots, but if we go a few over they will still be allowed to app during this first round. Future apps will be rolling apps and will have a wait queue if the cap has been exceeded.

Invites at game start are limited to current and former players of the mods' previous game Piper90 ([community profile] piper90), former players of the first incarnation of Wilderlands ([community profile] wilderlands, and people friended to the main mod's plurk. If any of those individuals want to invite someone outside those pools in the first app round, they can request it when the mods make a headcount of potential appers. If the game will be under (or only slightly over) 30 players to start, some extra players may also be invited, but the mods want to limit it to exceed the player cap too much.

The first game round will be apps only, no reserves. Apps open: 10/15/21. Game start: 11/01/21
ragefeathers: (It is making me ill)

Mackenzie Haynes » Werewolf: the Apocalypse OC

[personal profile] ragefeathers 2021-10-02 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
i. How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?

When Mackenzie comes to herself in the woods, her first feeling is that of relief. She's not on that shitty rig. Doesn't mean she's not still stuck in the clutches of Jorgmund, but not being on the rig is good, right? Last thing she remembered was being there, no change in the situation--so where is she now? She pushes herself to her feet, stretches out a hand--that's her bow. She picks up the white yew and turns it over in her hands. That's very much unlike Jorgmund, especially since a quiver of her arrows is sitting there, too. She picks it up and carefully belts it about her waist.

She feels better already.

Weapons in hand, she begins to head through the underbrush, none too quietly. After a moment, she drops down onto a narrow game trail, sniffs at the air--even if her human senses aren't sharper than anyone else's, it's more that she has the experience with using senses that many people ignore. That done, she starts along the trail with sure steps, listening every few feet. This isn't a forest she recognizes--but then she has no idea if she's back home or just thrown elsewhere by a shitty corporation. As the sound of someone else moving in the woods reaches her ears, she freezes and nocks an arrow on the string of her bow.

"Who's there?"

ii. Food! Real food!

Weird fair aside, Mackenzie has made a beeline for the food stalls. It's real food, not the horrid bland shit she's been subsisting on for almost a year in that hellishly awful rig. She's just moving away from the stand with a beautiful stein of cold beer in hand when some unfortunate soul makes the mistake of running into her.

"What the fuck?" Kenzie snaps, a growl entering her voice as her precious beer is splashed over both her and the other in question. A hand reaches out, aiming to grab hold of the culprit.

"You better fucking buy me a new one, asshole!"

iii. Wildcard, bitches

Anything else! Happy to switch between brackets and prose, too.
freakenstein: (228)

i. How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?

[personal profile] freakenstein 2021-10-03 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't take much in the way of paying attention to hear Merton crashing through the foliage, a half-deaf coma patient could hear him coming. There's no attempt at subtlety or gracefulness in the way he stumbles and curses his way through the underbrush, or if there is he's just that horrible at it.

When Kenzie calls out, the noise comes to a stop, but not for long. There's the unsubtle crunch and snap of clumsy steps correcting their course to head in Kenzie's direction and the beginning of a voice speaking up, only to get cut off by a branch being bent out of the way, and swiftly snapping back to smack him in the face.

There's another round of hissed cursing, and finally a response.

"Kenzie?"
ragefeathers: (bex-taylor-klaus-izombie-2687856)

[personal profile] ragefeathers 2021-10-03 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Kenzie has the bow half-drawn as the noise grows louder. If her ears could prick forward in this form, they would. So when a vaguely familiar voice hits her ears, it almost startles her. She slackens the bowstring.

"The fuck? Merton? Get out here so I can see you. You're lucky I didn't just perforate you with a fucking arrow!"

She's glad to see you Merton, honest.
freakenstein: (024)

[personal profile] freakenstein 2021-10-03 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do appreciate not being perforated!" Continuing to stumble through the brush and trees he eventually manages to make his way out into the open. Still dressed in the mandatory rig garb he's already looking a bit worse for wear; dirt and grass stains on his knees, burs stuck to his legs, a small scrape or two on his face, and he ends up pulling a stick out of his hair with a frustrated sigh, chucking it over his shoulder as he comes into view.

But he brightens a bit at the sight of Kenzie.

"You're back." The bright look dims, replaces by the twist of a frown, then an anxious, almost apologetic smile. "Not sure if I'm supposed to say it's good to see you, or I'm sorry."
ragefeathers: (bex-taylor-klaus-izombie-3018576)

[personal profile] ragefeathers 2021-10-03 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Kenzie is dressed in much more comfortable clothes. Hiking boots, a pair of comfortable looking pants with a LOT of pockets, and a wrinkled flannel open over a tank-top. Thanks, clothes you can attach to your soul! Her own rig suit has been tied around her waist, along with the quiver of arrows. She sighs and straightens up.

"I dunno if I'm back. Last thing I remember is being on the rig, same as the rest of you unfortunates."
freakenstein: (116)

[personal profile] freakenstein 2021-10-04 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"That's the last thing you remember? You didn't go back home?" The answer to that was already kind of obvious based off her answer and the fact she still had the rig suit tied around her waist. But the regular clothes had given him some hope.

But maybe some people who disappeared were sometimes sent to another point in time? That felt like a new horror added to an already horrifying and complicated situation. Time travel was such a pain in the ass.

"Because no one's really seen you back on the rig for a few weeks."
ragefeathers: (bex-taylor-klaus-izombie-2687858)

[personal profile] ragefeathers 2021-10-05 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"What? Really?" Mackenzie seems staggered by the revelation. Or at least she seems confused by it. She shakes her head, returning her arrow to the quiver as she straightens up.

"I mean... who knows how Stuff and whatever works, right? It could just be like... actually I have no idea what it could be like. My head hurts thinking about it."
myagents: (coy)

II

[personal profile] myagents 2021-10-05 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh." Great, he bumped into another aggressive individual. He can't help but make himself tiny, no matter how much younger the other is, he always gets intimidated at the first sign of aggression - Felix taught him not to underestimate the young, after all. Luckily he and Mackenzie haven't interacted much on the Rig so she doesn't hate him like everyone else, right? "I'm sorry. Here."

Somehow, coins have magically appeared in his pockets as soon as he arrived in this strange dimension, and he doesn't hesitate to fish them and hand them to the girl. He'd rather have the next few interaction be as peaceful as possible.

"See if it's enough."
ragefeathers: (bex-taylor-klaus-izombie-2687856)

Re: II

[personal profile] ragefeathers 2021-10-07 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Mackenzie hates a lot of people. Don't take it personally. Mackenzie is still scowling, at least until coinage is produced and offered to her in a sort-of peace offering. She accepts it and gives it a glance.

"...yeah. Thanks," she says, her outrage cooling a little as the guy immediately tries to make amends instead of fighting her, which she half-wanted.

"Gonna get a new beer, I guess," she mutters and starts to turn back towards the booth.
myagents: (alert)

[personal profile] myagents 2021-10-09 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't really want to call for her, but he doesn't want to be left alone either, so he asks for confirmation:

"You were on the Rig too, right?"
ragefeathers: (It is making me ill)

[personal profile] ragefeathers 2021-10-12 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"The Rig? God, yeah. That place was miserable. Is this another mission? I just woke up out in the fucking woods," Mackenzie replies with a sour, pinched voice.
myagents: (Default)

[personal profile] myagents 2021-10-13 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sure..." Price looks around "I feel we were brought here for...Unrelated reasons."

Because saying randomly is honestly more frustrating.
ragefeathers: (bex-taylor-klaus-izombie-2687856)

[personal profile] ragefeathers 2021-10-15 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"What makes you say that? I mean... I ran into Stacia and she said she'd been supposed to be going home." Which combined with this does make it seem like this may be entirely un-Jorgmund related.
myagents: (Default)

[personal profile] myagents 2021-10-15 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps it is the same thing bringing us here, but--"

He is distracted by the mention of Stacia.

"Oh, yes, I met her too. Glad she's alright."
ragefeathers: (Default)

[personal profile] ragefeathers 2021-10-17 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me too. Ugh." Mackenzie takes a gulp of her freshly acquired beer.

"Seen any other familiar faces?"
myagents: (Default)

[personal profile] myagents 2021-10-18 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well..." Price purses his lips "I saw someone from my universe, but they weren't on the Rig with us. Both of them prefer to work alone, but they generally are available to give help to others."
ragefeathers: (To be brave)

[personal profile] ragefeathers 2021-10-21 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's... either a good sign or a bad sign," Mackenzie says after another long swig of her beer.

"So either we got dragged into some new Jorgmund bullshit or is this an entirely different and new flavor of bullshit."
myagents: (clever)

[personal profile] myagents 2021-10-22 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm." he thinks about it for a moment "If it is Jorgmund's doing, then this might be a test to see how we move through a seemingly less restrictive environment. I personally do not believe it to be the case, but it might be a variable worth taking into account."