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February Test Drive
 Welcome to Atonement's second test drive, and thank you very much for stopping by! We hope you enjoy your stay! Please refer to the prompts below for ideas, or simply make up your own! Whichever is easiest for you. Arrival: You don't quite remember how you arrived here. It appears that you're suddenly in a dead land with eerily red skies. The grass is dead, the trees are dying, and there's absolutely no sounds of life beyond your own footsteps, even if it feels like you're being watched somehow. Eventually along the narrow path you follow, you walk through gates that seem to guard a quiet, abandoned town and a sinking feeling starts to settle in that you are far from home and there may not be an easy way back. The sign hanging above the gates simply says "Welcome to Penance: Home Between Homes" and nothing more. Within the gates, there are the leftovers of what may have once been a lively, welcoming little town, if it didn't look as if people either fled or somehow vanished in the blink of an eye. There are dusty shops that are still stocked with supplies, many with their doors busted out or left open. There are homes that haven't been touched in what feels like an eternity but they still have furniture and the remnants of the people who lived there previously. Cars and bikes are littering the streets that are in varying shapes of usability. The more you look, the more unsettling everything becomes... First Punishment: As a show of good will, your hosts will give you a very easy, albeit potentially embarrassing, task to carry out for your first punishment. There will as few secrets in Penance as possible. Transparency is key to atonement. You will reveal at least one sin in a way that will be permanent, which means via tattoo, scarring, branding, or other permanent means somewhere on your person. For those who are unable to be injured or scarred, there will be enchanted items that will be able to pierce even the toughest skin, cut deeper than even increased healing can recover from. All necessary items will be available at the tattoo parlor in town. If desired, characters may also make an announcement on the network listing their sin(s) for judgement from their peers. And the Forecast is...: As of this morning, there will be a steady rain over Penance that will darken the skies to black and fall as if somehow tainted and muddied, followed by a cold and harsh wind that will chill one to the bone if they dare to venture out in it... which may be necessary. The ground and roads will be slick and muddied, but there will be power outages due to the weather so staying in may not be necessarily more appealing. The rain will continue steadily for a week and be intermittent the rest of the month. However, should anyone venture to the town square in search of warmth, there will be a large tent set up that is entirely illuminated regardless of whether the rest of Penance is or not. There will be supplies such as food and water for the taking, as well as a few old blankets for people to huddle under while they wait out the storm. Two Lies and a Truth: Your hosts would like to start a fun little game if everyone will take out their devices and connect to the network. Think of it as a bonding exercise! Everyone could use a little support down here... it keeps morale up after all. Everyone should tell three things they've done wrong in their lives and let others guess which one is the actual sin. Don't worry, in this case, lying will not add any time to your debts. It's just a little harmless fun. As a note, all threads may be considered game canon if all parties agree. Hope you have fun and thank you! The game officially opened February 1st and both apps and reserves are open indefinitely. Please stop by and join us! |
Luke Cole | Original Character
[Luke is used to the city, and the open spaces and relatively open sky leave him feeling uncomfortably exposed. Even the empty streets, which should be comforting if only because he'd see anyone else looking at him, just make him feel like a target. He walks with his shoulders up and tries to pretend he's calm, but he's busy scanning the streets as much as possible. With only one eye he can see out of, it's probably pretty obvious, but better that than being caught by surprise.
At least, he is until he comes upon a cluster of abandoned bicycles. He can't drive, and who even knows if there's fuel for the cars anyway, but a bike will be easier and give him a little extra speed, and it's not like there's anyone around to stop him taking one. Trying not to look too furtive, he starts examining his options, dropping to a crouch to look more closely. He also loses track of his surroundings, expecting to hear anyone getting to close and forgetting the ground here is softer than he's used to in the city.]
F O R E C A S T
[The weather is definitely taking a turn for the unpleasant. and Luke doesn't have the warmest set of clothing. He hasn't had time to go looking for spare, either, although he's marked a couple of the shops he could find some. Shoplifting is almost a habit despite the lack of shopkeeper to yell, and Luke can't stop himself furtively picking up a spare pair of jeans that look about the right size and shoving them under his jacket, before he turns to find the dubious shelter of the tent.
He's uneasy in the tent, too, a wary figure on the edges of the light, only coming forward once he's sure it's safe to grab one of the blankets and something to eat. If bumped into at any point, or if someone reaches for the same food or blanket. he automatically responds with a step back and an angry look, fists clenching.]
Watch it. I was here first.
T W. I N J U R Y
[He's never gotten a tattoo, although he's thought about it once or twice, but he knows it involves needles, and Luke just isn't great with needles. Even entering the parlour makes him unhappy- unhappy enough for the air temperature around him to drop noticeably as he starts draining the ambient heat, entirely without meaning to.
He's never been the type to hurt himself, but he hates the idea of someone else doing it even more. And he really doesn't trust anyone who demands he hurt himself not to do worse if he doesn't. He picks up the tattoo gun, dropping it if he spots someone else coming in the room.]
No-one said anything about this being a spectator sport...
2 T R U T H S, 1 L I E
how is this supposed to help anyone bond?? "sure you killed your dad lets be friends" "oh you took a guys hand off once thats awesome" "ive always wanted to end a joyride by putting someone in the hospital too"
[Point out how dumb the game is and play it at the same time? Why not?]
2 truths, 1 lie
Besides, it's pretty much hell, right? We're all horrible people who probably can't be trusted... what other games could you play? Spin the bottle?
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that and i dont trust them not to do something if i complain and dont play
but thats missing the point. why do they want us to play games? seems like a weird torture to me
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I doubt they really expect us to make friends.
... Is the truth the last one?
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and no. hotwiring cars isnt that easy
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... The hand one?
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imagining otherwise doesn't make my dad any more dead yet so yeah. the hand one
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Ouch. Don't get along with the old man?
Forecast
But ear to the ground, hand to God, this truly was a ghost town of the worst kind.
Certainly, they could steal what they needed from the general store, barter what they don't to invisible merchants in exchange for necessities, but... Well. Sometimes the path of least resistance is the best.
All the same, there are more strangers in the tent today. Such as the young man who's barking at him to watch it, that he was there first. The reaction gets Billy's hand on his knife belt, fingertips playing against one of the silver gilt handles of his blades. ]
Plenty of food to go around.
[ He tries to make himself stand a little taller than his 5'6" petite stature allows. Be a little more intimidating. Even if it's just the tone of his voice that promises violence in return for violence should this child press the issue.
After all, Billy's been done taking orders for years. ]
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Besides, it always helps to know who he can look to if he does want trouble.
He sets his shoulders, glad he's got what look like a few inches on the other guy- although he doesn't have knives, and he has no idea how much experience the other guy has with them either.]
Maybe. But it shouldn't be a problem if you get your food from a different pile, in that case.
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So he doesn't back down, despite the stranger having a few inches on him. But he doesn't draw his knife, either. No, no, when someone's unarmed like this kid is? Bare knuckles is all he needs. ]
Or you.
[ Which is a pretty clear statement to back down. ]
Injury
Oh yes because watching sinners mutilate themselves is such a fascinating past time. Right up there with watching ticks get removed from the skin.
[Somebody's a touch grumpy, possibly from the bloody scar he's clearly just made on his arm, or possibly because Sunai tend to get a little hangry just like normal humans when they don't eat frequently.]