checkyourself | THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH

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.

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If I had a gun right now, you'd see my angry thing, lady. Keep talkin' and I'll gouge your eyes out with the buttons on that stupid jacket of yours!

[No, his fur wasn't standing up and his tail wasn't all fluffed up.

Shut up.]

[begrudging respect for that, truly. but he's not just going to stand here while she works doing nothing because that would make her life too easy.]

How'd you learn to do that?

Oxygen deprivation.

[A simple, flat repetition for the sake of processing. The concentrated scribbling ceases in earnest. A surprising amount of information specific to her universe can be harvested from that alone - lacking in basic resources, most likely, intensively so, possibly at the mercy of some self-imposed, merciless hierarchy.

Rush decides that is interesting.]

Resource-poor environments do have that tendency to generate needless conflict, I've found, [he says, diplomatic and even. Impartiality is best achieved with distance.]

[oh shit, cute. she's never had a plush toy as a kid. if she knew this one could do mechanics and macguyver his way out of here, she'd probably

really want it in the plush toy variety.]

It's a zipper, but you're short so your miscalculation is excused.

[He clenched his fists and stalked closer to her across the small space.]

Zipper! Fine! Whatever! Fact of the matter is I'll gouge your eyes out with it if ya' don't shut up!

It was meant to be a temporary environment. [caught your attention, didn't she? told you she speaks intense genius.] At least, that's what the history books told us.

But temporary became centuries, generations after generations. Inter-station wars, inter-station unity, fast decline towards a highly pronounced hyerarchy. Yeah, you know. Formerly home.

[Here's something that might bother him then. A familiar director who's walking into the breakfast hall. He comes to a screeching halt when a casual pan of the room allows him to see Calvin seated right there. Welp, they're in an enclosed space together now. This isn't going to end well. He keeps his cool though and keeps heading for the buffet table, keeping Calvin in view from the corner of his eyes.]

[like, a tiny bunny would've never made raven reyes feel as much endearment, but this.

this.]

I get it, I get it. You're not a raccoon. You're a buff lil' alien.

[That has him throwing his hands up, growling angrily as he turns away from her now.]

Flarkin' hell I hate humans! I hate 'em!

[The instant Coulson steps into the room the doctor's gaze is on him, narrowing as the smirk falls off his face and he frowns darkly. His eyes track the other's movements and he slowly pushes his chair back to stand, adjusting his suit jacket before he heads over to intercept the man.

Casually of course.]

Well well...Director Coulson.

[l a u g h i n g] Yeah, we're not the greatest species.

[you stay there and have your hissy fit, lil guy. she's going to take out her toolkit and see about getting them out. maybe get the control panel to this elevator cracked open to open the doors; maybe they're in between floors and can at least squirm out.]

Ah. [Rush cannot entirely discern at what point the conversation became so forthcoming, a minimal streak of confusion buried in his swelling interest.]

This was on Earth? [Punctuated by a tiny, equivocal rotation of one wrist.] Or some future or alternative iteration - did you have access to a time frame?

It's my job to. [you just -- stand there and be pretty. she's used to working with pretty guys behind her.]

[Looking over at her as she moves to the control panel, his ears perk when he spots the toolkit and is immediately moving over to where she is.]

Gonna try and crack it open?

[His hands twitched, itching to have a go.]

If we can get it rewired we should be able to get it movin' again.

Well -- by my guess, it's one possible ending. War breaks out, countries bring out the nuclear weapons, the Earth becomes uninhabitable...

You connect the dots.

[Ward smirks. That hesitation is interesting. Ward would be ]

I wouldn't expect you not to.

[This is very very interesting.]

...All of you. I take it you know who's here?

[nope, her tools. paws off.

here's the hard part, doing this without developping a crick in her back, because the control panel is too low and she can't crouch with the brace on. or with the brace off. crouching is just not on the table.

but she's making do.]

Tried that once. Elevator was broken for a whole month, went through its wires a million times and nothing. Nah, it's not going to -- I'm going to get the doors open. [because no offense but what can a raccoon and a cripple do about pushing them doors open together?]

[/preens]

To fix elevators? You don't look like the type. [too young, too pretty, take your pick]

[elevators. haha, that's rich. there's a bit of ruffled feathers of pride going on here.]

No, to fix space ships. [giving him a pointed look of are you going to say i don't look the type?]

[Rocket snorted, noticing the trouble she was having and immediately pushed his way in front of her, forcing her to back off a back.]

Get out of the way. I can get it open.

[His ears go back and he's immediately sliding his claws around the panel, working at the edge of it before he finds the bolts holding it in place and starts to work them out with skilled fingers.

Wasn't the first time he had to crack open a panel without tools.

Since someone wasn't helping.]

Okay, that's cool. [absolutely not]

[Coulson manages not to sigh out loud but the way he squares his shoulders and moves away from the general crowd to meet Cal half way is probably evidence enough]

Thanks for remembering my name.

[Rush finds that wholly unsurprising.]

War does tend to have that effect. [He makes no effort to contain his derision, both for worldly circumstance and those that were its instigators - no doubt military, the hateful standard.] How tragically uninspired.

[God this makes him so unhappy]

Why does it matter to you?

[Translation: Nope. He hasn't met everyone yet]

I'm just making conversation Coulson.

You wanted me to talk. [he spreads his hands] You sat there and demanded answers and information like I was some kind of tool.

Here I am. [There's an edge to his voice] talking.

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THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

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Hello there daughter stealer B|

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It's the start of a beautiful friendship

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