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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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Rastus | NPC
[You need something. A specialty item, maybe. Cigarettes, your favorite food, a musical instrument, your weapon of choice... Or maybe you're just looking to nab some torches from the bonfire for some project you're working on. Ultimately, whatever you're looking for, you have to talk to Rastus.
Rastus, the hunched birdman that presides over the bonfire at seemingly all hours... Except this hour, apparently. Hm.
You find him instead in his, uh... Hut? Let's call it a hut, even though it looks like a large pile of kindling tucked between two trees on the outskirts of Bonfire Square. When you get his attention, his head pops out of the curtain that serves as a door.]
Hm? Yes?
[He sounds a bit like a parrot that got ahold of Jigsaw's voice modulator.]
network
[Or maybe instead of coming to see him, you've opted for a modern approach and have instead texted him.]
wH AT, tYOu wannt/?
Bonfire
[With full charm, Mary has her arms behind her back and sways from side to side on her heels.]
Please, Mr. Birdie?
no subject
Rastus. My name is Rastus.
[There's a beat.]
Why? You are small.
[These things are definitely related.]
no subject
[Being small means she can't clearly get into any trouble in his hut?]
I've never been in a birdhouse before.
no subject
Not a birdhouse. Birdhouses are for birds.
[Nevertheless, he shuffles to one side to let her in.
The hut is... barely a hut, honestly, its size falling somewhere between "small bedroom" and "large closet". It's as roughly put-together on the inside as it is on the outside, and it seems to serve as more of a storage area than a household. There's a small table with a single accompanying chair for furniture, and the rest is all shelves and baskets fill with everything from jars of nuts and seeds to metal scrap and oddly-shaped sticks. The walls are decorated with brightly-colored bits of garbage, with all the cozy garbage like cloth and old feathers have been fashioned into a small nest in the corner.
Does he sleep there? Maybe.]
Your name is Mary.
no subject
[She's probably one of the only kids here, if there are any others, so, well, she sticks out. Not that she's really paid much attention to that one way or the other. Looking around, Mary points at his brightly-colored decor.]
I like that! It's pretty! Are they your special treasures?