TEST DRIVE / JAN '25 / BETA.

[eagan]

Test drive. Welcome to AFTER LIFE, a game based in the world of Severance! This test drive serves as a place to help you figure out what characters you'd like to bring into the game. Some details (housing, etc.) may require further out of character conversation; please refer to the OOC meet and greet! These prompts are all relatively low-stakes as a reflection of the nature of the game: slice-of-life until character and player interaction bring out the more psychological horror/thriller aspects of the setting. If none tickle your fancy, feel free to provide wildcard prompts of your own. The test drive is open to anyone. We encourage messing around here to figure out exactly how you'd like to port your character into Kier! Threads may also be considered game canon if you so wish. Got any questions? Check the FAQ or ask in the comments. outies: deals all the way down. There's a sale on at Lindt's Groceries! Discounts on pretty much anything you could imagine! The store is a middle-sized, relatively bougie, locally-owned grocery, with aisles stocked full of food and general necessities, as well as a small counter for deli meats and fish, and another two across the shop stocked with hot food (rotisserie chicken, sandwiches, sides) and a very limited selection of sushi (some sashimi, some hand rolls). And right now, there's a 20% discount on anything in the shop (supposedly to celebrate someone's birthday, though whose, you have no idea). Are you browsing the aisles? Are you working a shift? Are you checking out? outies: rain, rain, go away. It's a grey and cloudy day, and as the cherry on top of the gloomy day cake, it's started to rain. The closest place to get out of the downpour is We Love Books, the local bookstore. Like Lindt's, it's not huge — it's not so big as a Barnes & Noble — but it's big enough, and obviously well-maintained. Maybe there's a book you've been meaning to pick up? Or maybe you're really just waiting out the rain. Or you could stop at Leaves of Grass, the cafe next door, and get a coffee, tea, or hot chocolate to help warm up the cold day. Or maybe the rain doesn't bother you at all, and you're totally willing to keep on trucking. Are you brave enough to ask someone for a spare umbrella? outies: neighborly fun. You've been invited to a night of board games and conversation by a neighbor — or maybe just a friend of a friend. Either way, you're in a stranger's (nice, midcentury) house with a bunch of people you've never met before. There's wine, there's charcuterie, there's seltzer — bits and bobs for consumption until the games begin in earnest. (You've heard that some people at the party might be Severed — are you?) Why not say hi to the person standing next to you? Or remain a wallflower and see if a more enterprising guest will decide to bestow you with a conversation starter. innies: another day in paradise. The elevator doors open, and another normal day at work begins. You know the way to your office, and don't see anyone else on the way there. What's your routine to get settled when a day starts? Do you like your coworkers? Do you like the work you do? Have you been doing it for a million years, or is this your first day? Maybe you're a manager making sure everything is running smoothly? innies: waiting for wellness. For one reason or another, you've been given the opportunity to visit the Wellness Center for a session. Except someone seems to have made a scheduling mistake — as you sit in the waiting room, you hear footsteps coming from the hallway. You've never run into anyone from another department before; in fact, the idea of fraternization has been expressly discouraged. Maybe they're coming into the Wellness Center's waiting room, too, or maybe they're just passing by. Either way, this might be your only chance to see who else works on the Severed floor — or maybe it's just one of your usual coworkers. Will you get up, or let them go by?

Comments

[powerhungry]

[ Matt's demeanor is such that Silco feels fairly confident that he won't be making a social faux pas by allowing his expression to turn a little wry, even as he turns his face to get a better look at the game's box.

(The truth is he doesn't need the eyepatch — that he can see out of his left eye just fine — but it's— ease, he supposes. Social lubricant. He doesn't like it, exactly — doesn't care what people think of him as much as he's told he should — but it is what it is.) ]

Iron for wheat, grain, potable water. Though a filtration system seems like a stretch for an exercise like this.

[ Apparently satisfied — or resigned — to what little he can make out from the game's exterior packaging, Silco settles back in his seat, transferring his wine glass to his left hand before offering Matt his right. ]

Silco. Presuming this is a competitive game, I hope you won't think too poorly of me once we're done.

[semicharmed]

[ Matt's lips twitch for filtration system. He's scooting his own chair forward, peering more closely at the box--glossy, deep enough to hold a small birthday cake, low on instructions--when Silco extends his hand. Matt turns to shake. His grip is sure, easy, and seems to linger just exactly as long as Silco's comfortable with. There's no calculation behind it, though: What mental power Matt's expending is torn between the game and whether "Silco" is a last name or a first.

Gotta be first, right? ]

Matt. Nice to meet you. [ His smile widens, though it remains crooked. ] Are you one of those people whose Monopoly games end in screaming eight hours later? I was going to suggest we make up our own rules and make one of the tokens stand for water filtration ...

[ Matt reaches for the lid of the box, popping it open and revealing small models of mountains and forests. ]

But I can color inside the lines.