Test Drive 001

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Test Drive #001 Welcome to Atonement's first test drive, and thank you very much for stopping by! Please refer to the prompts below for ideas, or simply make up your own, whichever is easiest for you. Prompts 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 punishment this month. First: 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. Please note that if the character insists they are free of sin, they will be provided a list of what they're guilty of by their hosts. Settling: It's time to settle into a home in Penance, either alone or with roommates. There is comfort and safety in numbers after all... Do try not to fight over housing if you've both accidentally chosen the same home... Your hosts will be very unhappy if you start a fight this early on over such a silly thing. If settling down isn't something you feel like doing, you may go and explore anywhere that you'd like, including outside the gates. Please be aware that there may be demonic forms of all types of common animals living outside them that move swiftly and silently. They will vary in aggressiveness and tamability, so please keep this in mind. As a note, all threads may be considered game canon if all parties agree. Hope you have fun and thank you! Game is set to officially open February 1st or when we reach a minimum of 10 players. premise | faq | taken | reserves | apps | hiatus/drop | network | logs | ooc | mods | requests

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[intheashes]

The seconds tick by while he waits for a reaction. A recognition. When it doesn't come, it's both a weight off his shoulders and a deep strangeness in his heart. As much as he hates his name and what follows it; there is a small security in knowing that it has it's uses. He might no longer be able to hide behind his name here. It's a blessing but also a curse.

His hand finally slides away, trying not to judge if this man has known a hard day of work of not. If those hands feel like Billy's, worn from a knife or his, from use of rifle and gun or if they felt like the hands of the men he used to know back in New Orleans.

"I think perhaps I can push this aside a while longer if you wish company for that drink." Plus the alcohol might make it easier. "I'm certain that there must be a saloon in this place."

[thereneverwas]

Though not rough in the way of a laborer, Rufus' hands aren't smooth either; he's no gentleman, and there are callouses clearly formed where he's gripped his sword for the last few decades. There's a confident strength to him as well, and despite the encroaching softness of age, this man is most certainly very strong and aware of how to use it.

"Oh, I found one earlier," he replies, tone almost chipper, "come on then."

[intheashes]

Goody deftly takes note. He knows the hands of a man who fights with blades, though much smaller than those of a sword. It's a familiar thing and it's appreciated in this strange place that there is something slightly familiar here. Even if it's just the hands of a man who knows his way around a weapon.

"Did you now? Well then, consider me your shadow. I would like to see what this place considers alcohol." He has a feeling he's going to need it. Plus, it gives him a little more time away from the knives and the branding irons. Away from the moment when he has to etch a sin of his into himself. The longer he can avoid it, the better.

"I wonder how we'll pay for it though. I'm afraid all I have on me is a few bills and some coins. Hopefully gold is still worth something here. If not, I suppose I can offer my services at the piano." If there's even someone to pay. He hasn't seen anything in the way of townsfolk. Just people like himself and Rufus.