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Foolish Mortals Mod Account ([personal profile] grimgrinningghosts) wrote in [community profile] foolishmortalsooc2017-03-16 11:30 pm
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Due to both player interest and murdergame newbies who might be curious about how they'd play in the more intense settings, we've decided to open up an official test drive. This is in lieu of a mock trial, as we know a good deal of players are considering testing out multiple muses before the game start. This test drive will remain open until the game itself opens in June.

Foolish Mortals is, of course, open to Disney characters only - and the same rules apply here. Characters who don't fit this criteria may find themselves being removed from the test drive, for consistency purposes. If you have any questions, please feel free to consult our FAQ here. Please list your character's name (canon also recommended) in the header of your top-level prompt.

Here are some examples to get you started:

1 - Waking Up
You find yourself awoken in a dreary little bed that creaks and squeaks far too much for your liking. The room is run-down and decrepit, and cobwebs practically coat the particularly tacky wallpaper. It's...unnerving, to say the least, and you should probably get out of there. Sadly, it doesn't look like the rest of the mansion is any cleaner, but...perhaps you'll find others in similar circumstances?

2 - Killing Time
If we must kill something, it might as well be your boredom. It doesn't seem, however, that the mansion has quite a lot to offer in the way of entertainment. There's an old projector with creepy silent film reels, a ballroom, a portrait gallery, a conservatory (filled with dead plants) and...a seance room. Might be best to stay away from that one, especially since it feels like you're being watched...

3 - Happy Haunts
There's...stillness in the air. Occasionally, you might notice some sort of unexplainable oddity. A piano might begin to play itself in your presence, or dishes and silverware might reaarange themselves when you're not looking. The eyes on portraits might even follow you around, until you notice them. Perhaps it's worth investigation, or perhaps you're better off just screaming and running away. Your call.

4 - Formal Ball
It should be known that your Ghost Host just loves throwing parties. Indeed, it appears that he's called a mandatory one in the ballroom...on Thursday night. You should throw on your best formal attire, and try to have a good time. It should be mentioned, of course, that the motive this week appears to be getting on everyone's nerves. It doesn't really help matters that it'd be so easy to take someone out if you just flipped the lights off...have fun.

5 - Body Discovery

The smell of deer carcass fills the air. Though you didn't know her very well, it appears that Bambi's Mom is dead, and one of you is responsible. Better investigate the mansion for clues, and hope you don't mess this up...

6 - Et Cetera, Et Cetera, Et Cetera
For all the prompts you want to do but we haven't listed.

Keep in mind that posting in the test drive does not represent a commitment to join our game. You're welcome to play here even if you can't app. Playing here does not guarantee a slot in the game, nor does it count as a reserve. However, you're welcome to use up to 20 comments here from your character on the test drive should you app them later, in lieu of a sample.

Remember, reserves for the game will be opening on June 2nd.

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mr. toad | adventures of ichabod and mr. toad/mr. toad's wild ride

[personal profile] motormania 2017-03-17 06:26 am (UTC)(link)

I say, horsey, up! Come on, come on!

[the horse in question happens to be incorporeal, and the cart he's attached to isn't so much a carriage as it is a very antiquated hearse. you know, the kind that's chilling right outside the mansion's entrance. and in the driver's seat is this little fellow, a toad in a waistcoat who isn't the slightest bit perturbed by the ghostly animal who, by the sound of things, isn't the least bit pleased by this arrangement. it's invisible, but the way the bit and bridle are moving suggests that it's shaking its head back and forth, which makes sense with all the snorting noises it's making.

not one to be discouraged, Toad continues to shake the reins and hop around in the driver's seat even as the horse lowers itself to the ground, stubbornly sitting still right where it is.]

...Oh poo. You're no fun. [Toad frowns reproachfully, cupping his cheek with one hand as he thinks of ways to get the animal moving again.] I don't have any carrots on me if that's what you're demanding.


[the unthinkable has happened. the day of atonement has finally come. everyone, say your prayers and repent for your crimes because judgment is finally upon you.

Toad has managed to find a motor car. a motor car with gas.]

Ahahahahaha! [the old timey honk of a horn echoes throughout the graveyard.] Out of the way, nincompoops! Poop poop!

[now, don't ask how he got his hands on this instrument of death. maybe he managed to get one of the brainier living inhabitants of the mansion to cobble together an engine to install in the hearse outside. maybe he found it in whatever passes for a basement here in the mansion. maybe the Mastermind decided things weren't moving as quickly as they'd have hoped and got the bright idea to kill a few birds with one stone, talking or otherwise. either way, it's happening, it's here, and from the looks of things as Toad races through the graveyard in his car, he's not about to stop until a) he runs out of gas, or b) someone calls the cops to pull him over. the ghost cops.]

How'dya like THAT, spirits?! [—said as he zooms past that one opera singer ghost, eliciting a very started shriek as she topples over, among other assorted gasps from a few nearby ghosts.] Few are as frightening as the fearless Toad of Toad Hall! Toad, the undaunted! Toad, lord of the road!

[save yourselves!!]
Edited 2017-03-17 06:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] verygoodadvice 2017-03-17 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
[alice has never been one to parent anybody, she's far too young and curious for that sort of thing. but while she finds toad to be nothing short of delightful, she also feels somewhat obligated to make an attempt to reign him at certain points. knowing him, once he gets that horse going, he'll go off and trample everyone in the mansion.

she approaches the situation delicately, of course.]

Oh, Toad. Just what are you up to today?
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[personal profile] motormania 2017-03-17 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
[at the sound of her voice, Toad immediately perks up and he's back to hopping and fidgeting. as toads are wont to do.]

Alice! Wonderful timing, my dear. Do you happen to have a carrot on you? Or— or a leaf of lettuce?

He just won't budge, stubborn thing that he is. [he throws another sharp frown at the lounging ghost.] Really can't understand why.

[but his mood has noticeably improved with her presence. Alice is such a well behaved young lady, polite to a fault as all well mannered children ought to be, and he can't help but be charmed by her endless curiosity. it reminds him a little of himself, if he's to be honest.]
Edited 2017-03-17 07:16 (UTC)
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[personal profile] verygoodadvice 2017-03-17 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
[one hand, this could turn into the kentucky derby. on the other, this is an innocuous enough question! either way, her curiosity about the situation gets the best of her.]

Oh! That is quite a dilemma, but I'm afraid that I simply don't carry carrots or lettuce on my person. As a matter of fact, I don't recall ever having to keep any manner of vegetable on me.
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[personal profile] motormania 2017-03-17 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
Well that's stupid! [he laughs, clearly not seeing his own rudeness in such a comment.] You should always keep some on you at all times. At least one or two small ones. Otherwise, what will you do when something like this happens?

[you'll start beating a dead horse, that's what you'll do.]

When Cyril and I are out and about on the road, I always have a bag of carrots on hand for him, should he get hungry. It's only fair.
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[personal profile] verygoodadvice 2017-03-17 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
Why, I don't believe I've ever considered that.

[alice is an uptight girl, but she also knows the difference between a slip-up and bring a jerk.]

I know that my Dinah has a particular fondness for cucumber sandwiches, though I don't imagine it would be very ladylike to stuff my dress full of them just for convenience.
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[personal profile] motormania 2017-03-17 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
Nonsense! That is a very sensible idea. Always come prepared, that's my motto.

[among many others. he gives the horse's reins a little shake for emphasis, eliciting another grumble from it. Toad makes another sneering face at it, daring it to say something.

in fact, why hasn't it already? you'd think by now it would've made some kind of small talk. the animals he's seen so far around this mansion (well, the dead ones) aren't very talkative for some unearthly reason he can't even begin to fathom.]

You should ask her yourself what she'd want. I'm sure the two of you can come to a fair agreement.
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[personal profile] verygoodadvice 2017-03-18 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you sure it can understand us?

[she approaches it gently, looking it over inquisitively as she speaks.]

Perhaps it's like the animals where I come from, the ones who don't often talk.
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[personal profile] pardonmylanguage 2017-03-17 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Why. That's all Tip can think as she watches him drive around bothering the ghosts. And...she has to dive out of the way herself.]

Watch it! You're going to kill someone driving like that!
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[personal profile] motormania 2017-03-17 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
I am not!

[somehow he heard that over the commotion of his own honking and engine revving. good advice and criticism are the two things he's incapable of hearing most of the time, but you can guess which of the two leaves more of an impression with him.]

They're already dead! [say that to the opera singer. she looks so offended that she might give a new meaning to the phrase "if looks could kill".]
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oh my god that icon

[personal profile] pardonmylanguage 2017-03-17 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you even know how to stop that thing? Someone could wander out and get hit! Or run over! [Look at all the tiny people they have here, okay?]
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[personal profile] whistlenotchirp 2017-03-17 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Jiminy considers himself a good person. He doesn't exactly pay taxes, but a blue fairy from space said he'd be a good conscience and that probably says something about character.

He takes one look at this scene and considers. He is a tiny insect and that's a wild toad driving a very large car.

He sits down.

So this is how it ends.
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[personal profile] motormania 2017-03-17 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
[stop. stop whatever you're doing now, at this very instant.

and listen.

listen to the sound Toad's manic whooping and shouting as it grows indistinct over the roar of his engine. from Jiminy's perspective, this deafening noise may start to fade out, replaced by a buzzing sort of silence, numbness given an audible form. at the same point of time, perhaps the moment he sees this specter of horrific death barreling towards him, time itself may even slow to a crawl. isn't that how it usually goes when your life is about to flash before your eyes?

and Jiminy has been fortunate to do much with his. sure, he may have let his charge get kidnapped by a man named after a pizza pastry. sure, he not have knocked the other's block off like he promised to do so in a fit of self-righteous indignation for his and his charge's dignity. and perhaps, perhaps, being rewarded a tiny little medal the size of a fingernail for getting eaten by a giant whale may have been more than anyone, human or otherwise, should be expected to endure with a smile, but Jiminy performed admirably in that area too.

he has lived a long and fruitful life. this is something he can take with him to the hereafter as the silence, like a cancer — and that cancer being a British toad who is about to commit accidental vehicular manslaughter with a car — grows. as his demise races to meet him in slow motion, he would be wise to steel himself for the inevitable.

or at least it would have if the goddamn car didn't run out of gas.

it sputters to a shaky stop, the wheel LITERALLY ROLLING TO A STOP only an inch away from Jiminy's prone body. not seeing him (because how could he?), Toad slaps the steering wheel in irritation, then takes off his driving goggles.]

Oh poo! Out already!
Edited 2017-03-17 07:52 (UTC)
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[personal profile] whistlenotchirp 2017-03-17 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Jiminy has lived a long life. Sure, he initially only helped Pinocchio for the sake of fancy clothes and a shiny piece of metal (and let's be honest, to impress the Blue Fairy). But the past week of his life has been an adventure from start to finish.

He helped a young man find his way in the world. In this horrible, no-good world of temptation and doubt, he persevered and taught Pinoc as best he could. He survived con artists, foxes, a giant whale, and worst of all, actors. What other cricket could say that?

Sure, he wished he could've done more. Maybe he could've watched Pinocchio grow up. Maybe he could've met other kids the Blue Fairy wanted him to help. Maybe he could've met a lady cricket and gotten his limbs torn off like ever other married cricket in town. Maybe he even could've survived to the 1950s and make a series of PSAs for youths.

But he had done a lot. And he was satisfied.

Jiminy Cricket closed his eyes and embraced the sound of silence.

And then immediately collapses to the ground when he realizes the wheel stopped, breathing heavily.

oh thank goodness. oh golly. oh cheese and crackers. ohhhhhhhh geez.

[He needs a moment.]
Edited 2017-03-17 08:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] motormania 2017-03-17 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
It's not fair! Everything else in this horrible place runs on nonsense! [he tosses the goggles in the backseat and starts pulling himself out of the car. whinewhine.] Why can't they create a car that runs on...on air?

[or the tears of the living, which seems to be turning into a currency around here. either way, he's frustrated, and like the spoiled child he is, he stomps out and around his broken toy, sighing mightily.

but it doesn't last long. because, hark! is that— is that what he thinks it is?

it is. a cricket!

bad mood temporarily at bay, the tip of Toad's tongue darts out to lick his lips, an instinctive action that speaks volumes of what he intends to do. unfortunately, he's not a very thorough animal when he's thinking primarily of himself and his wants and needs, which is all the time, so of course he doesn't notice that this particular cricket is dressed in spats and a top hat, nor does he hear the little thing's relieved gasps. how would he have over his own moaning and complaining?

Toad rubs his hands together. a snack is a wonderful remedy for an ill temper.

this is pretty much Jiminy's cue to run because here comes a big, long, sticky tongue darting out in his general direction.]
Edited 2017-03-17 08:28 (UTC)
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[personal profile] whistlenotchirp 2017-03-17 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah sweet mystery of life at last I've found you. I know at last the secret of it all-

oh that's a problem.

He scrambles backward before going into a full series of hops away from this mess.
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[personal profile] motormania 2017-03-17 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
[excuse you, clearly someone doesn't know their place on the food chain!

only momentarily frustrated, Toad chases after him. you might expect him to start hopping, but that would just be profiling. what does he look like? a frog?

no, the hopping only comes as a last ditch effort to trap the tasty, wonderful squirmy little thing when it starts to gain momentum. so what does Toad do when that happens?

he fucking launches himself at Jiminy. yes. this is what we've come to. it only took three and a half hours, but now we've already resorted to eating each other. welcome, foolish mortals, indeed.

Toad gives a triumphant little cry as he tries to cup his hands over Jiminy, trying to trap him. there!]
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[personal profile] whistlenotchirp 2017-03-17 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Jiminy does his best, really, but he's a little guy and can only make so much distance that a person or a toad can't make in a step.

So now he's in the hands of this fucker, squirming with all his might, seething in pure cricket rage.

No! I didn't come this far to be somebody's breakfast.
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[personal profile] motormania 2017-03-17 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
[...this must be what humans feel like when they find out that sapient animals exist.]

—You can talk?

[that definitely stops him dead in his tracks, mouth hanging open like a big dumb goon. he's never met a talking bug before in his life! at least, he would know if he had!

but, Jiminy is doing a very good job of squirming hither and yon, yon and hither, that it alone would've sufficed sooner or later because there goes his umbrella, booping Toad in his nose. or whatever he has that passes for one.]

Ow! [and there he goes dropping Jiminy, so he can cradle his poor booped...whatever, pseudo nose? pseudose?]
whistlenotchirp: (This cricket's ready to talk you down)

[personal profile] whistlenotchirp 2017-03-17 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Humans amirite

Jiminy is all too happy to fiddle his way out of Toad's grasp and quickly retreats back to the safety of the ground. But now he's properly riled up now. He's dealt with a lot of nonsense, but this little jerk had him so scared he'd nearly gotten himself killed!

Jiminy was mad as hell and he wasn't gonna take it anymore. Which is why he's tossing back his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

Yeah, I can talk! And I can knock your block off too, ya crazy hoodlum!