Test Drive - October/November

[d3mods]

You wake up... in your bed or wherever you went to sleep because your character is exactly where you left them. A revival of the classic LJ/DW game DramaDramaDuck (DDD), D3 is an attempt to capture the spirit of the classic with some adjustments. The name, and the names of many parts of the game, pays homage to the original while allowing it to be something different as I'm not a founder of the original. I just had fun there and thought it sounded fun now.

An Open Lid game, as opposed to a JamJar; your characters remain in their canon worlds and timelines but can access a magical network to connect to other canon's universes. You, with the help of your castmates should you have them, decide how they experience shape your remaining canon, even if it means nothing changes at all.

Welcome to the D3 test drive. Prompts are sparse because this is the game where you make the story. Some optional suggestions are:

A. Hit by an infection

Like it says on the label. Your character has been hit by one of the monthly infections that take place on the network. This particular infection shouldn't alter the personality too much if you're planning to use it as a sample. For more information on infections, read the faq found here.

B. Canon update

Something happen at home you want to share? Or don't want to share, but the network is showing anyway?

C. A call to arms

Trouble is brewing, and you need help? You have worlds full of superheroes to ask for help. That doesn't always mean they can reach you...


That's the down and dirty. Not quite as fancy as you're used to seeing, huh? D3 is a simple game. Or it's not. It's up to you, the player, to make your experience. There will also be a log community so you can do face-to-face meet ups, and anyone can go off-world this time.

To perhaps capture the group game feeling that differentiates D3 from memes, consider noting whether you're open to threadjacks with a subject line like so:

Character | Canon | Open/Not Open to threadjack

We recommend you read the following to help you along:

FAQ → Rules → Reserves → Taken
Reserves will open for the first time on October 1st and apps will follow October 7th. After they open, they'll remain open instead of having cycles.

Comments

Alfie Solomons | Peaky Blinders | open to threadjacks

[devoutish]

[video]

[The network takes over one of Alfie's ledger books at a little before midnight on a night when he's up working late, and he is immediately certain of two things: one, this is a powerful and fantastical thing, the likes of which he has never seen nor heard of before.

And two, he absolutely does not have time for this right now.

From the way the book is positioned, viewers don't get a view of his full face - just the edge of his mouth and the left side of a full, neatly-trimmed beard. Also in the shot are the dark wood wall panels of his poorly-lit office, a strew of papers across the desk, and a very old-fashioned telephone.]

Fuck off.

[He says, his voice deep and gravely and extremely Cockney.]

I'm busy.

[Wondrous magical marvels can come later, thank you; right now, he has to work.]

[shouldbefine]

Ooh, I got a rude one!

[ The Doctor, meanwhile, is entirely in view, grinning unabashedly. She's bathed in the warm golden light of her TARDIS; the feed has hijacked the view screen on her console. At the moment, she's choosing to be more excited than concerned. ]

Keyed right into the multiverse and getting surly over interrupted paperwork, you must be human.

[devoutish]

Can you see me?

[He wonders. A hand comes up to thoughtfully rub at that beard.]

[shouldbefine]

A bit of you, yeah. [ She squints at him, tapping her lips. ] Don't worry, perfectly decent bit. Not everyone can pull off a beard but you're doing fine.

[devoutish]

Thank you, thank you. If I weren't seated I'd take a little bow for you.

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[uncleray]

Now, now... What's the magic word?

video still, because guess who doesn't know how to change functions yet

[devoutish]

[For a moment, a thumb completely overtakes the feed's view; he's trying to see if scrubbing away the words does anything. (He also, it should be noted, as no idea that he's being filmed.)]

[callmejesse]

I know, right?

[She feels you, buddy. Jesse has Very Official Looking people behind her that are also looking very busy, while she's mostly just staring straight ahead.]

Did this pop up on something you really need to not be a network, too?

[devoutish]

You've popped up on something that's got no business being any sort of network in the first place.

[Which is mindbogglingly perplexing and should be impossible, but he has a decent poker face, so he's just going to come off looking vaguely perplexed instead. He leans in a little closer, giving her a better view of his face.]

[callmejesse]

Yeah, I bet. You're from what, the 1800s? Early 1900s? Time travel's new.

[It is, right? She looks behind her to a woman with short blonde hair, who nods approvingly. Jesse sighs.]

Okay, at least there's that. Uh, what's it showing up on for you?

[devoutish]

[He snorts.]

'21, thank you.

[But that's 1921, so she's really not far off.]

You've commandeered one of my record books, and truly, I would be very happy to have the time-traveling adventures with you on any other night, but tonight, such fantastic wonders and all are a hassle.

[callmejesse]

And hey, I understand that. But I'm in the same boat as you. I'm not the one who set this up. I think our best explanation is- well, it'd be pretty out-there. We're going to see if we can move this onto another object soon, and I'll let you know if it works.

[ She looks mildly amused for a moment. ]

But you know, you don't strike me as the type to enjoy time-traveling adventures, anyway.

[devoutish]

Don't I? I'll have you know I read all sorts of adventure books when I was young.

[But now he's old and cranky; what a shame.]

[riveres]

That is a really old telephone.

[It hasn't quite hit Oscar yet that in fact, the mysterious device can reach across time.]

But I agree with you, I feel like I could be detained for having this thing around. And there are more urgent things to do.

[Oscar's own space is near a desk with a buzz of activity around him. But no one seems to notice the Liutentant constantly checking on a little space age device.]

[devoutish]

That's reasonable; I'd detain one of my men for fucking about with magic instead of working. Watch yourself, mate.

[He's joking, but he says it dryly enough that one would be forgiven for taking him seriously.]

[riveres]

[I mean, Oscar takes it seriously enough, nodding his head on camera.]

I'll be careful, what about you?

[samuraiprosecutor]

I'm afraid the network doesn't care how busy you are.

[devoutish]

I thought perhaps if I acted very unimpressed by it it'd give me space to breathe for a bit.

[samuraiprosecutor]

That is a sound strategy. I've suspected for some time that there's an element of idle malevolence to the network's behavior, as if our suffering entertains the unseen force at the helm. Perhaps someone saw through your ruse.

[devoutish]

The fuck is this? You speak as if it's got a mind of its own. "The network"-- fucking hell. Who controls it?

[All the swearing might give the impression that he's spitting mad, but while he is annoyed, he also just talks like this.]

[samuraiprosecutor]

I think many of us have a tendency to personify this...thing that connects all of us, allowing us to interact. However, if anyone does control it, we've seen no definitive evidence of their presence. We see only its effects, which often feel too deliberate to be mere coincidence.