foolishmemers | FOOLISH MORTALS R2 TEST DRIVE MEME

Hello again, you foolish mortals. Since we are not having a mock trial for R2, we decided to have another test drive to help ring in the occasion! Especially since many of you have multiple options for the upcoming rounds. Much like last time, this test drive will remain open until the game itself opens in October.

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 hotel 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 hotel has quite a lot to offer in the way of entertainment. There's an old projector with creepy early-to-mid-century movies, a bar, a (rather eerie) library, a steam room, and a treasure room. Something feels... off about the last room, however, 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 - Party!
The Hollywood Tower Hotel, before its sudden closure, was famous for its parties. So perhaps it's unsurprising that everyone is called to the Tip Top Club for a mandatory party...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
Despite your best efforts, someone has died on this fateful Friday. While no one was especially close to him, it appears that Cinderella's father 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 September 22nd

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[chipmunks only live for like 3 years anyways what difference does it make]

Attack you?! That was self defense! How do I know you weren't coming in here to attack me, huh?!

[HE DIDN'T EVEN ACTUALLY HIT YOU]

[exactly now he's going to become the next jiminy and it's all your fault]

Well maybe if you waited a second you'd have found out! Now are you going to help me carry this stuff back or what!?

[old age isn't even the worst way to go, you should be thanking him]

H-help you?! No, I'm not going to help you! Carry it back yourself!

[The nerve of this guy!]

[you're right, being set on fire is probably worse

Chip crosses his arms across his chest, giving Donald a flat look]

Fine. Then either hand me the rest of what's in there, or move.

...Move?

[Nope, no can do, not happening.

Donald instead sort of just awkwardly turns around and scoots everything out from behind him so that it all topples out of the cupboard to the floor in a pile.]

There. Close the door on your way out.

Hmph! [DOORSLAM. except. he can't really slam it that hard because him smol but. he tries, bless his heart.

and now Donald is privy to the sounds of someone trying very hard to scoot all this along the floor while grumbling to himself...before apparently giving up. pitter-patter, pitter...

whmp.

huh, what was that?]

[GOOD, leave him alone to live out the rest of his days safe in his cupboard. He appreciates it.

He's not gonna lie, it's kind of satisfying in an amusing sort of way to hear Chip attempt to actually get all those supplies out of the kitchen. suffer forever.

...but actually, yeah, hold on... what was that? did he actually have a heart attack, what the fuck

with that thought in mind Donald feels just a liiiittle too guilty to not open the door back up and poke his head out to check on Chip. Very, very discreetly.]

[It's Fine, Donald. Everything is Fine. That was just the sound of a towel being pushed on to the floor so that Chip can start piling everything on top of it. He doesn't seem to have noticed Donald poking his head out-

-or the other towel that's kind of rising not too far from him, like someone sleepily raising their head to see what woke them up. There's nobody there to make it move...or is there?]

[Oh good, he's absolved of all guilt then. Everything really is fine. And his discretion went off without a hitch, so he's just gonna retreat back to his... uh...

uhhhhhhhh

great this place has rodents AND ghosts]

H-h-hey! Hey!! The- gh- wh-

[Yeah sorry he's not having such a great time trying to talk right now because he's busy wheezing. That and frantically making jerky motions with his arms, torn between waving you down to get you to notice the towel and accidentally attracting the towel's attention to himself.

In a moment of panic, he decides to go with his original plan of attack from the very start and darts out to grab a spray bottle (it's not like you got them very far) and just. Throw it at the floating towel. There. Flawless.]

[it's just the wind, donald, it's fi-NO IT'S NOT

but Donald does catch Chip's attention, who looks a little peeved. HE'S WORKING HERE] What are you even doing?

[and wait WOAH DONALD IS MOVING

DONALD IS PICKING UP HIS CAREFULLY ARRANGED LOAD AND THROWING IT AROUND THE ROOM?!?!?!?!?!?!]

What's the big idea!?

[WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT HIM HE WAS TRYING TO HELP]

Wha'd'ya mean, what's the big idea?! Didn't you see that?

[ALL THE DRAMATIC ARM WAVING. He just faced down a ghost and you're not even showing the slightest bit of appreciation, excuse you.]

See what, I didn't se-

[and he cuts himself off, staring past Donald, eyes wide.

Well, uh. Guess he sees it. That sure is the thing lifting behind Donald again because did you really just throw a spray bottle at listen here you little-]

[Donald doesn't even have to turn around to figure it out, he's seen enough creepy stuff just through the nonsense Scrooge used to get into (and still manages to get into) to know how these situations generally go. And to know that they usually end terribly. Mostly for him.

But he already pulled off his Brave Act Of The Day so he's gonna leave it to you this time! Namely by just. Screaming and diving for cover behind you. Even crouching as low to the ground as possible, that (predictably) doesn't work out incredibly well, but it's the thought that counts. And at least he can help by giving you words of encouragement!]

Kill it! Knock its block off!!

[He is The Most helpful.]

[DONALD WHY ARE YOU HIDING BEHIND HIM HE IS THE WORST HIDING PLACE he didn't even use to believe in ghosts]

Uh, um-

[think of something think of-

he promptly points at Donald]

He did it!

[WHAT THE FUCK

He gives you the absolute most outraged and offended look before turning with a sheepish smile back to the... ghost? Yeah he's just gonna go with ghosts for now, that seems to be the most likely explanation. Luckily, Donald considers himself a master of saving face.]

Eheh... I-I'm sure this was all just a big misunderstanding! See, I wasn't aiming for you! I was aiming for him!

[GUESS WHO'S POINTING FINGERS NOW? HE IS. Although it's more of an empathetic gesture in Chip's general direction.]

Pest control just ain't what it used to be!

[IT WAS THE FIRST THING HE THOUGHT OF OK HE PANICKED A LITTLE but now he's back to. not panicking. ish.]

What- no you weren't! [~~were you~~] And I'm no pest!

[towel!ghost seems to be looking from one to the other. Towel!Ghost is Confused!]

Maybe I was! ~~[he wasn't but he wants to argue]~~ And you're sure acting like one!

[towel!ghost needs to mind its own business and stay out of this argument, Donald won't accept a third party intervening when he's so ready to win this fight]

Why were you aiming at me!? [WHAT'D HE DO. HE IS AN INNOCENT CHIPMUNK HERE and has also forgotten about the ghost

who continues just floating there trying to be spooky but being ignored. RIP :(]

I don't know!!!

[IT'S JUST BEEN ONE OF THOSE DAYS OKAY

and honestly he doesn't even remember what they're fighting about, much less that it started because of a ghost or that there's a ghost there at all. it might have better luck haunting someone with a larger attention span and less of a temper, sorry towel!ghost.]

[chipmunk vs duck in an ~~rap~~ squabbling battle, FIGHT

Meanwhile, the ghost?

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