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

sansa, game of thrones.

[appropriate]

outies; raindrops keeping falling on my head.

[ it's only been a year since—everything. from bran falling out of the window; robb and tally's fatal driving accident on the night of their wedding, with mom in the back seat; dad following not long after, so lost in grief he didn't see the oncoming truck that rammed right through his car. then arya ran away and sansa ended up with aunt lysa, with uncle petyr and his too-warm eyes that keep looking — sansa would've left the very day she turned eighteen, but there was the matter of settling her parents' estate now that her trust is in her control, and——

she's freshly twenty. what does she know about anything? it's too much grief. so she celebrates her twentieth birthday in kier, her application to be severed accepted with minimal fanfare. just a simple gift basket with a little paper card, little lemon cakes individually wrapped in pristine baking paper. exactly how she wants it; exactly how she wants to be seen. (she doesn't.)

the thing is, though— the thing is, is it's raining outside and she has a paper bag of groceries and a rental, and she's parked all the way across the lot because she hadn't wanted to argue with the mean-looking guy behind her for the spot closer to the doors. it's raining, she's tired, and she really wants to get back to her place and stare at the kitchen countertop for a few hours.

she turns to the first person that comes out through the doors, putting on her best i'm just a harmless, stupid girl voice. it never works on aunt lysa, works even less with uncle petyr. maybe here, maybe with her clearly-English accent she still hasn't gotten rid of, maybe— ]

Sorry, I'm so sorry, but could you help me, please? I'm parked all the way across the lot, I can't carry all of these on my own and open the car door——

[ her desperation is a little too honest. ]

They use paper bags.

innies; just did me some talkin' to the sun.

[ her little plastic ID card says alayne s. in neatly printed letters. it's her fifth day on the severed floor as a new macrodata refiner, and already she's feeling a great sense of pride in the work. she doesn't understand how she knows, but she's good with emotions. she can tell when the person in the cubicle across from her is having a bad day, or a sad day, or a "nothing" day — one of those days when the answer to "what are you feeling?" is "nothing."

she could be in wellness, or she could be optics and design, but macrodata refinement — putting the little numbers into their neat little bins — is fulfilling work too. good work. alayne is good, and she wants to stay that way.

she started arranging the pens in the supply closet on her third day. turning the little caps to face outward feels nice, nudging the boxed reams of paper so they're all perfectly aligned to the edge of the shelf. supply closet, then handwashing, and at the designated break times she'll make her way to the vending machine and get something sweet. it's all very good.

alayne's still deciding between chocolate or cherry for her second token of the day when someone comes up next to her, and— ]

—Oh, you can go ahead, I haven't decided what to get. What do you think is good today? I haven't tried everything.

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[ alternately, pull a wildcard! feel free to hit me up via dm for ideas, plotting, or a starter also.

quick rundown: sansa is recently hired and moved to kier, a trust fund girlie who applied for a job far away from her aunt and her husband so she can deal with her grief on her own terms. alayne is a girlish and politely enthusiastic junior refiner who's just really happy to be here. everything will be Fine. ]