THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

SO YOU WANT TO JOIN THE CREEPY HOTEL BRIGADE.

Well, welcome potential apper! Here we have the handy dandy test drive meme so you can get a feel for how your character might react to the game setting. This post can also be used to cultivate some of those required sample threads for the application.

Feel free to play any scenario you so please. However please note that TDM threads cannot be used for Activity Checks (for existing players) and will not be considered game canon unless transposed comment for comment into logs in checkingout. We also recommend avoiding playing the initial arrival, so that the intro log doesn't become repetitive and boring for you. Other than that, go wild.

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PREMISE | THE HOTEL
TAKEN | RESERVES | APPLICATION

BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS.

No time for losers, because we — have waffles and pancakes and crepes and delicate bowls of ripe bananas and juicy oranges. We have bacon and oatmeal and cereal and milk; we have coffee (that's really hot and will burn you quite spectacularly) and tea (that, on the other hand, is miserably cold and bland). And we have orange juice (that might just kill you)!

Basically, every component one needs to start the day off right. Which is good, because this is the only meal ever served in the hotel. So come one, come all — get it while it's hot and try to pick among seats amidst the crowded circular tables, or stand along the wall. Bemoan the lack of hashbrowns or fight over the last fork. Mix, mingle. Have "fun".

DON'T YOU LOVE MY TASTE IN MUSIC.

What starts as soft, subtle musical notes wafting out of unseen speakers?

Yeah, that quickly manifests into blaring, loud, aggressively high pitched notes — so distorted, and reverberating so magnificently in the main lobby that even those impenetrable windows rattle in their frames.

And what's more, there doesn't seem to be an off switch anywhere in sight. Good luck finding one.

GOING DOWN.

Right by the stairwell in the lobby is an old timey elevator, the sort that really ought to be manned by staff to insure that it's in decent working condition and won't kill you. But it's usually not. And usually doesn't run.

But today, your ears are treated to an oh-so pleasant ding, and the doors will slide open, offering a ride to the floor of your choosing. Finally, no more calf workouts on the stairs, right?

...well, you probably should have taken the stairs, because three seconds in the entire carriage shudders, screeches to a halt, and refuses to move.

Then the lights begin to flicker.

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.

Don't see a scenario that appeals to you here? Make up your own. Get crazy with it! Good luck getting outside.

Comments

[scienceexperiment]

[BD BD

Calvin chuckles, glancing at the buttons now and leaning forward, an arm coming out from behind his back to attempt to press some of them. He knew it was pointless but it was the thought that counts.]

Or maybe we're both just hoping to get to someplace better with it's help.

[He leans back, making a thoughtful sound.]

You look good. Much better than you did the last time I saw you.

[facemyenemies]

[She mentally berated herself for feeling twitchy when he moved. This is stupid. Damn it.]

[Buttons were useless, and the leaver that was used normally by an attendant in these things was held in the up position. This old contraption should actually be their death, yes.]

[And maybe he had a point in that. She wouldn't really be upset if this thing did take them to someplace... better.]

[The fact that he recognized her had one fist ball up at her side. She had a different face now, but the scars were worse. How did he know?]

I've been working out.

[her voice was flat, unamused.]

[ingrantitude]

[It's an impulse. He reaches across the table for her hand and takes it in his before holding it with both.]

Me too to be honest.

[he smirks, and shrugs] But sometimes if you wait patiently people will end up outing themselves and hurting themselves.

I think that's going to be the case here.

[facemyenemies]

[If all truth is to be given, Kara had been keeping an eye on the creature and had some how ended up on the elevator with him. A mistake, that was. Never trust these damn things. She was learning that now.]

[Now that she had been caught in it with a talking, dressed, Raccoon.]

[Interesting. She moved back against the far wall and glanced up, around, to check for exits. There were always exits if this rust bucket didn't work out.]

[The woman was in a dark hoodie, hood up, sun glasses on, but as the lights flickered she took them off, frowning. She had burn scars over nearly most of her face and she tried to keep it mostly hidden. Even from a raccoon.]

It figures. Nothing can be easy.

[facemyenemies]

[A flutter. That's what it feels like when he takes her hand like that. It sometimes annoys her that she allows such a girlish, weak feeling to over come her, but after all this time she just... she wants him.]

[The worse part? Once he saw who she was he seemed... okay with it. More so. He greeted her like meeting her for the first time.]

[But now it's gone backwards, and she berates herself for letting him keep her hand so long. She focuses on the now.]

It would be easy here, to do something about it. He'd have no where to run. [and yet she wasn't sure that was how she wanted to play the game.] But yes, I suppose you're right.

[ingrantitude]

Believe me, this isn't going to go his way. [He withdraws and nods at her.] we have an opportunity to influence things and with Skye here...

[He shakes his head] Remember we know something the rest of them don't. Coulson's daughter has abilities.

[facemyenemies]

[She draws back and picks up her fork again, poking at a bit of fruit but not eating it.]

Is that really going to make any difference here?

[ingrantitude]

They still work in her case.

[They're a part of her, but he doesn't know that.] It's quite a bit of leverage but we have to wait to play our hand.

...I don't know how many people here might stand against us.

[facemyenemies]

[She can wait. She won't be the one to tell anyone these kind of things. If she had more information to give him, she would have.]

Most of them, I am sure. Anyone ho sides with them. [Because why wouldn't they? They seemed to like to ruin everything else.]

[latdetga]

[Elsa has been trying to figure this out for a couple of minutes. Conjure a giant snowman? Give bringing Marshmellow here a shot perhaps? Or ...

She hasn't been feeling well or right really using her powers and abilities here. Not by a long shot. She nods however, sweeping forward in her dress and raising an eyebrow.] I could try I suppose.

These are helpful I take it?

[ingrantitude]

[Yes. Good Kara exactly. It's us against the world. Trust no one else. See no one else.

No matter the twitch in his chest.]

They need to be the enemy. It does mean waiting so I thought that...You know while we waited and I rested up you could fill me in on what happened. You said I helped you fix your face.

I do what I want.

[latdetga]

[Elsa is kind. She's kind by nature, kind by inclination. She can be cruel, incredibly cruel, intensely cruel but she doesn't have Anna here. She's not particularly keen on making friends either beyond trying to offer a voice of support.

It's terribly backwards.

Then she sneezes.

But this isn't Disney and this isn't Arendelle, a land of magic and enchantment, a land where things are simple. She sneezes and a snowman - a tiny snowman appears out of thin air. With black eyes and an open mouth it toddles across the table and promptly melts into nothing.

Directly in front of him. She's unaware that she's done it as she tries to finish her soup.]

asdhjasdjkas

[scienceexperiment]

[An eyebrow lifts at the odd little snow creature that moves across the table then melts away as if it had never been there, Calvin eyeing the puddle before his gaze shifts to the woman responsible.

His smile, which had disappeared in light of his surprise, returned now in a slow motion, his head tilting.]

That is quite the gift you have, young lady.

[scienceexperiment]

[It's what he does; how he functions. He knows what he needs to know and makes a point to follow changes as they come. Grant Ward had been a rather interesting addition to his little party, as short as that relationship may have been, and Calvin was well aware that the man had left that day with someone else.

This woman. This woman with a different face and a new personality.]

Clearly.

[There's a darker tinge of amusement to his expression now and he turns to face her, making a thoughtful sound.]

It seems freedom has been good for you. Captive animals tend to either thrive or die when they get set free. I'm glad to see you went for the first option.

[aintnothinglikeme]

Ain't that the truth?

[The words are practically spat out as the alien crosses his arms, sneering at the elevator doors like it would make them flinch before turning his attention fully on the woman on the other side of the small space. His gaze sweeps over her, taking in her posture, every little detail, his other senses working in tandem to map her into his memory.

She was dangerous, a fighter; reminded him a little bit of Gamora.

Nothing to really worry about unless he made her mad, it seemed like.]

Just like figurin' out why the hell I'm here ain't easy.

FILED UNDER PLS NO

[hacker]

You won't let them—

[ She starts the sentence incredulous, like she needs to repeat it to be sure that's what he's saying. Anger bubbles up, and with it, all the heartache of the past few months. Her grief, her fear, her blind confusion. Dealing with her father being a psychopath, Trip being dead, and her own emerging powers that she can't even begin to understand without anyone, without any resources, without her family (except for Fitz, Fitz was always there, Fitz understood what it was like to—).

And it's his fault. ]

The only person hurting me is you. [ Well, and herself, but that's not so much conscious yet. ] You did this to me.

yes hi flops on dramatically come to us

[hacker]

And what, plunge us into the epic matrix of catacombs, hidden deep under the earth? [ She says it like the notion is ridiculous, because they're on the first floor and how far could they go, but then she just kind of stops and seems to consider that a moment and.

Well.

San Juan.

So she looks uncomfortable, swallows, and shoulders out of the elevator. ] Okay, point taken.

[hacker]

Do you ever meet someone and get this feeling like you know them?

[ She sits forward, deliberately making herself overly comfortable as she leans over the table and spreads her stance wide. At ease, personable. Everything someone trying to hide something might hate. ]

Maybe you met in a grocery store once. Saw their face on the subway.

[ Leaning in, she arches her eyebrows, ducking her head just slightly so she can try to get a better look under Kara's hood. A smile starts on her lips, lopsided but earnest, searching for a chattering reply. ]

Chiana // Farscape (Reserved) - OTA

[nebarimisfit]

[Chiana was used to weird. Chiana was even rather (sadly) accustomed to waking up in strange places, without recalling just how it was she'd ended up there.

She was not used to waking up in places with tech that was old enough to have belonged to the first comers. However, if there was one thing the Nebari did know, it was how to use that tech to her advantage. She'd hidden from Moya when she'd first arrived on the space going Leviathan. The sensors and crew had been at her mercy as she navigated the systems both mechanically and physically, using every ounce of her street and learned smarts to keep from being located. She used those smarts now, and the conveniently provided computer tablet, to learn about the place she'd woken up.

There were others here, taken without warning or explanation... She read what she could about each of them; their exchanges with one another. She searched for familiar names or faces, finding none she knew with a growing sense of dread and sickness low in her belly.

She was alone here.

She keeps herself from panicking by reading through everything she can, learning about the place she's been brought. She'd heard Crichton mention hotels before, but in space there wasn't anything like this place. Certainly, there were places like hotels, but this was something like Crichton's Earth and not her own Nebari Prime.

She'd noticed the bag with her name on it, the script carefully labeled in an unfamiliar hand, but she chose to ignore it for the time being. She unfolded from her bed, hand falling to the empty pulse pistol hostler at her hip. From there her hand rose to the metal collar still secured around her neck, lip curling in a mixture of panic and anger.]

Fekkik. [The curse was soft in her lilting tone and as she dropped her hand from the collar, she turned her black gaze to the door of her room. Her stride was loose at the knee, but there was no question that she moved very much like a caged predator. She opened the door and slipped out into the hall, tablet secured in one of her pockets. Knowing it's rather pointless, she tries her wrist communicator all the same.]

Crichton...? D'Argo... Zhaan? Aeryn..? Pilot?? Does anyone copy?

[facemyenemies]

[She doesn't have the senses he might, to map out his character. To know he was a danger or a fighter or not. But considering the attitude, the clothing, and oh yeah, talking, she figured best not to poke the little guy.]

Hmm... [she moved forward to the controls of the lift. It's old style, very old, with the leaver and everything. Honestly, if either of them were thinking or knew, they wouldn't have got on this death trap. No one was running it. Awesome. She pushed at the leaver and a button, but nothing responded.]

I haven't figured that out yet either. I don't think any of us have.

[facemyenemies]

[What he does is creepy, let's just put it that way.]

[And yet he was so good at it.]

[She was different then he saw last, though mostly through struggling through it with Ward. With Whitehall dead she lost all directive. Ward gave her reason. Now that her face was somewhat fixed, she felt... like Kara again. Kind of.]

[She doesn't like that he so easily figured out who she was though. It felt like he had the upper hand and that bothered her. And more so that he compared her to a captive animal (even if it had been true).]

These things happen when given a chance.

[she said half under her breath, not looking at him. Instead she moved to mess wit the old style leaver of the elevator, pushing on it, pulling, but nothing budged. The flickering of the lights was also annoying, like someone trying to brainwash them. The thought made her feel sick]

You seem to be doing well.

[facemyenemies]

[You are already too close for comfort, Skye.]

[In all honestly, she wanted to shift to Skye Face and scare the girl, if she could. Mimic her, repeat everything she was doing or saying but...]

[No, she wont give that ace in the hole away yet. Instead she relaxed forward as well, reaching up to take her sunglasses off, tucking them into her pouch pocket of her hoodie. Brown eyes stared back. If she knows who she is it wont matter. 'Do not engage' Ward told her, but hen they were this close you couldn't run off.]

[She stayed relaxed, smooth and cool, no heat in her words as she said lightly]

Subway, perhaps. Though I would think if you had seen a face like mine you'd remember it.

Re: asdhjasdjkas

[latdetga]

[Gift? She blinks. Gift. That's really interesting. She pushes her suit away.]

...Thank you? the... he...

[she looks a little sad] I can't keep them around.

[facemyenemies]

[Us against the world was pretty much how they had lived for all this time. At least that was how she felt. She trusted no one anymore. No one but him, ad even then she had wanted to tell him to Stop a few times, over a few things.]

You did. If you can call this fixed. [This grotesque face with the mask turned off was pink and burned, healed under the mask. It as a mess. He had welcomed it so openly when he saw it, but to everyone else she wanted to hide. Even now she tipped her head down a bit.] We found someone to make it work, but can't get it off.

[ingrantitude]

[He lowers his head.] I don't see anything wrong with it. At all. Scars mean that you're a survivor.

I look at you and I see somebody who's taking charge of their own destiny. [He means it. It's the least that he can do. This woman saved his life and she...she needs him.

There's a degree of understanding between them. She needs him. Like Skye had needed him before. At that thought he stares at his hands before meeting her gaze again and smiling warmly. He can do this.

He can be there for her.]

You're put together. And together there's nothing that anyone can do to stop us.