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In the Night Beta Tester Sandbox
Hello, beta testers, and thank you again for offering to help vet, proofread, and test run our game! Feel free to use this open post as a sandbox/TDM of sorts to collect tag samples for your example application. We'll also be using this post to voicetest and practice donning our NPC hats before the game officially goes public, so again, we appreciate your help in this.
We do ask that, if you're planning to app your example app character for realsies, you update your real app with thread samples from the official TDM once it goes up on June 15. Thank you!
We do ask that, if you're planning to app your example app character for realsies, you update your real app with thread samples from the official TDM once it goes up on June 15. Thank you!
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[A beat, and she nudges two shots towards him. Had she ordered that? She did, yes, and don't worry about when it happened.]
Drink. You're not very good at this game, are you?
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[He says, but then downs one shot after the other anyway. Whatever. It's an excuse to drink.]
Uh... Okay, fine, so, let's see... I speak five languages, I was the youngest person ever admitted to MIT, and I pioneered a bunch of stuff in artificial tissue replication before I got into the whole alien biology business.
[He waves a hand. He could be more specific, but he has doubts that she'd be able to follow.]
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The first one. Five languages. You think you're brilliant, so it's likely you really were the youngest person ever admitted to MIT-- an American school, really? And the last one is far too specific.
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[It comes out too loud because he got her and this is a great accomplishment at the moment.]
Nope. The MIT one is a lie. I was the second youngest.
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What's wrong with American schools?
[Besides, like, everything, but also he's basically the 1%.]
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They're American, for a start. What languages can you speak?
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[He's got just the smuggest of smiles as he watches her take her drink. It's stupid, but let him have this.]
German, English, French, Japanese, and Mandarin. What about you?
[He's expecting her to top out at like, maaaybe two.]
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Four. English and French I can speak flawlessly, and I know enough Spanish and German to at least understand what's happening.
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Then that doesn't count as four.
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Much like your doctorates, your grasp on competency seems to be based in numbers, not proficiency. How very masculine: if it's big enough, surely that will make up for any deficits in ability.
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You're the one that said you weren't fluent, not me. I can speak a little Spanish too, but you'll notice I didn't list it.
[Luckily she doesn't know Japanese or Mandarin, which are his shakiest languages, so she can prove nothing.]
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But she's smirking now as she takes another sip, not because she's lost but because that's so clearly a point in her favor.]
Now, then.
[English once more.]
I'm an only child. I'm religious. And I'm a very good dancer.
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You're definitely an only child... And if you're really from eighteen-whatever, you probably know how to dance, so the lie is that you're religious. Backed by the fact that you're science-minded.
[And then he glances at her like he's expecting praise for his ingenious sleuthing, but then remembers who he's talking to and straightens again.]
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[She does not mean this at all, in any way.]
Religion is a particular sticking point for me, truthfully. I find it inane at best and highly dangerous at worst.
Your turn.
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[He's just won a round, so he's back to curiosity trumping his need to one-up her.]
Not that I think you're wrong. Just, like, wondering.
[He'll get to his turn in a minute.]
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I've seen men destroy lives and justify it in the name of religion. They commit the worst acts and excuse themselves, denying it, because they think God is guiding them. They'll murder and rape and steal and torment, and when it's all done they'll thank their Lord, and sleep ever so soundly, comfortable and wealthy and so far removed from any kind of consequence.
It is a form of delusion. A lie, and a dangerous one, because it is believed by so many.
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O-oh.
[He takes a drink just for something to do with his hands.]
Well that, uh, that sucks. Hey, if it helps, us ending up here means they're wrong and religion's just a racket.
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[Coldly said, although that tone isn't directed at him. She sits up a little straighter, sniffs, and sips at her glass.]
Now tell me two facts and a falsehood, please.
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My dad named me after an amphibian, I've never met my mom, and I died trying to save the world.
[He rattles them off without thinking, but, hm, regrets. Whatever. It's fine.]
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It's not that last one. You gave that away a bit before.
[So one of his parents, at least, is rather awful, and she honestly can't decide which is worse. She, personally, would prefer it if she never had met her mother, but on the other hand, that's probably not what this man thinks.]
. . . your father, I think, is the lie. Or am I speaking to a man named Frog?
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Fr—my name isn't Frog. It's Newt. Like Isaac Newton.
[This list would've been better, he realizes, if she'd actually known his name beforehand.]
Everyone always just assumes it's like the salamander, never mind that I'm German.
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[Newton is an interesting name, though, especially for a (supposed) genius.]
I'm sorry to hear about your mother, though.
[Curious, more like.]
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[But, ah, right. She caught that. Of course she did. She's not as dumb as he wants to believe she is.]
Uh, thanks. It's not a big deal. She ditched after I was born.
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Your turn.
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I was denied application to Cambridge. I'm 29. And my father wished I was a boy.
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Well, if you're as smart as you think you are, there's no way Cambridge didn't—
[Oh. Wait. Didn't she say she was from the 1800s? He bites his lip. Did they let women into Cambridge in the 1800s? Shit. Oops.
But, hey, she brought it up in an obvious attempt to trick him. So. That's on her!]
You're not 29.
[He's only like 75% sure at best, but it's the safest option, ergo the one he jumps to after almost committing treason, probably.]
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[She did indeed bring it up, and none of this is Newt's fault. But here she is, cold again anyway, although once more it isn't directed his way.]
But yes. Cambridge did not. Cambridge sent me a very polite letter when I was twelve telling me what a bright young woman I was, and how charming they'd found my application, and had my nanny helped me right it? But young women don't seek higher education. Their pretty little heads aren't built for it. Men are the intelligent ones, clearly, and so thank you very much, but they'll decline all the same.