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

[wentalong]

Then your grand scheme is wholly screwed because there is no way bacon trumps a good bagel. [ Wait. ] Unless that bacon is on the bagel.

[ Nailed it.

Also wow, personal space, Ward. Do not compromise the bubble. ]

Uh, only thing really bugging me right now? Is you acting like you're about to join the Uncanny Valley staff here.

[ingrantitude]

[He holds up his hands] Sorry. I was curious. You're a man who apparently can't smile without a bagel in hand. Wondering if there was something more to that.

Like being caught in the hotel for instance.

Why bagels?

[wentalong]

Why bagels?

[ Depositing his cup of coffee and his tray of bacon (with a warning glance around in case anybody wants to be a wise guy) on a table, he's going to need both hands for this one. ]

Because the rest of the annoying, creepy sideshow going on here can continue going on as long as I get my little things. That's all I'm after. A cup of joe, a bite of breakfast. With that, I can ignore the fact [ a gesture over here ] that the beds are a lump short of a sugar bowl, [ a gesture over there ] the muzak around here couldn't get gigs as funeral parlor music, and in spite of this joint claiming to be an actual hotel there are zero, [ here accentuated by him making the actual zero with his fingers ] count 'em, zero working girls in the bar.

[ Seriously, how is there a hotel bar and no hookers. Harvey needs his hookers. They will never be Duchess but desperate times, man. ]

You wanna see me smiling? Bagel's not gonna cut it, pal, but it's gonna make things a hell of a lot more civilized.

[ingrantitude]

[It takes a lot for ward's smile not to turn genuine.] ...A man of simple tastes after my own heart.

I don't have a bagel. Settle for a candy bar? [Bar number 4 out of his stash. This guy deserves it.]

[wentalong]

[ Success and on multiple fronts! Soon you may just a real boy after all, Ward. ...Wait, Pinocchio gimmick is already taken. Oops.

Harv glares down the offer, skeptical at first because this guy was toeing a line between categories of creep. Then again, maybe he's a kind of weirdo like Nygma. That's tolerable, and occasionally useful. ]

...That got nougat?

[ Plus chocolate goes a hell of a long way to mending bridges. HARVEY DON'T TAKE CANDY FROM STRANGERS WHAT IS WRONG WITH ]

Guess I can trade you a small amount of bacon for it.

[ingrantitude]

Snickers. [he nods] Much obliged Mr....

[wentalong]

Bullock. Drop the "mister" and you're golden. How's about you, sunshine?

[ingrantitude]

Ward.

Grant ward. [He offers a hand]

[neverbored]

Not for the first time, Claire has that feeling of being relieved she never had to deal with this sort of thing.

"I'm not sure how I feel about the load-bearing security of it either," she observes, stepping away slightly. The thing does creak a bit, doesn't it?

[neverbored]

And no other meals at any time of the day, is that correct? [So she's heard.] That's a bit hard on those of us who can barely think about food before ten in the morning.

[neverbored]

"There are days in government like that," she says wryly. As he approaches, she offers her hand. "Claire Underwood."

[neverbored]

"I didn't think it would be necessary, but I see your point." She'll deal with that later, she decides. She returns her attention to her banana. "I guess it's a recurring problem, the temperature of the coffee?"

[una_persson]

"..."

Well, it isn't as if there are that many other options. Una hasn't got anything on her that would help, and maybe humouring the girl will help pass the time until someone gets them out.

"Be my guest." She manages not to sound snarky, even.

[villainously]

( he's not proud of what he did to the little princess, but he needed to win back Cora's favor and after Emma had betrayed him, that was not an easy task. looking back now, yes, he wishes he could change it, but he can't. and if he hadn't made that choice he may have never found his way to the path he was on now.

granted, that path might have turned into a dead end, what with Emma finding her true love alive in this wretched place, but his villainy was something he wanted to change in and of himself, not for a chance at Emma Swan. he doubts the warrior is interested in that conversation, though, and frankly he's not looking to have it with her anyway. )

Do they? Because last I checked, a noise was just a noise. ( annoying, yes, but ambient annoying noise was the least of their problems. he figured it was smarter to just get distance from it and let it stop on its own. ) I take it you've just arrived, but this place is built to drive people as mad as possible, I suggest you stop taking it so strongly and letting an aggravating noise discomfit you.

[villainously]

( he doesn't look particularly repentant for the spilled plate or the spilled coffee. a burn really doesn't compare to watching the woman he loved die in his arms, so, they're not even close to even actually. considering the Dark One has left him stuck with a hand that could send him back on the path he's trying to escape. you know, the path of redemption; the one he was doing so well on, considering he was flipping plates of food out of a man's hand unprovoked.

well, his hand was evil, right? could he really be blamed?

Hook mostly expected the Dark One to retaliate, and not with words. he'd experienced quite well how much pain that cane could inflict. his eyes narrowed, petulant when the crocodile chose to walk away instead. it won't be that easy to escape him, not when he has a bone to pick. )

If only, Crocodile. I came to you to get my hook back, and instead I wound up here. Considering it's just as demented as I used to be, you shouldn't be shocked at a little spilt milk. Tell me, is this some bloody ploy to get Baelfire back? I should have bloody known.

[magicsprice]

[Of course the bloody pirate just has to follow him and natter nonsense at him. He makes his way toward a chair in the lobby. At least he could get off both legs as he's being pestered.] This is no ploy of mine, pirate. I was perfectly content where I was before I was brought here. I didn't ask to be brought here, assaulted both mentally and physically, and told that my life is about to truly become worst than I ever thought it could. [Reaching the chair he'd aimed for, he lowers himself into it with a faint wince and gives the man an annoyed look.] So excuse me if I don't feel sorry for you and that stupid piece of flesh you're blaming for your own bad attitude.

LIZZIE~ Fantastic!

[thisisgood]

Do not try the tea. [Leela says this peering into the cup she has attempted to drink. She has been here long enough to be irritated by the hotel's attempt at tea when all she longs for is a good pot of her own. She stands slightly angled, as if minimizing herself as a target, really. Habits like these were hard to hide, but then, this hotel was forever a threat, was it not?]

It is terrible. [There was a slight pause.] I also have not died yet. It is mostly edible.

[ourlastbesthope]

He put the spoon in his mouth and then took her hand firmly, though he was starting to forget how to do it. He sat down and put the spoon back in the oatmeal before sipping at his tea. She seemed friendly enough and he was desperate for company.

"Government, huh? What do you do?"

alexia "lexi" branson | the vampire diaries.

[bootcamp]

DON'T YOU LOVE MY TASTE IN MUSIC.

( lexi's hearing is enhanced due to, you know, being a vampire. so when the elevator music starts in, she groans, but she's got control enough to focus on something else for the time being. the longer it goes, though, the harder she finds it to shut her ears off to it. it gets louder and more piercing and more horrible by the second, and her patience is starting to grow thinner, and thinner, and thinner... she feels weaker than she has in centuries, too, which she can't figure out - she's pissed about a lot of shit right now, actually. a whole. lot. of shit. she just got back to the other side, just got to spend some time with stefan, but instead of returning to her cozy limbo beyond the veil she's in some shitty hotel with shittier music -- and in her frustration and disorientation, the music affects her more intensely than it would have if she weren't hungry, kidnapped, and recently removed from the earthly plane... again.

she hisses and her face takes on bloodlines around her eyes, and her fangs extend. she starts to run around the hotel at lightning speed, looking for the source of the music - and if she can't find it, she's just going to locate every speaker and destroy them unless someone intervenes. she mad. she real mad. )

NETWORK.

( doot doot technology. video of a blonde girl with cute chipmunk cheeks and a sunshiney smile, occasionally poking at the tablet in her hands. she looks down at it and realizes that she's successfully navigated it, her eyebrows raising and lips pouting forward in a triumphant 'hm' expression. it's accompanied by the humming sound itself, and then she flashes a wide, toothy grin. she's gonna be real cute at y'all now. )

So, what's the point of this thing, anyway? We're in a building that's half the size of the Mandarin Oriental, sooo, we really ought to just be knocking on each others' doors to communicate. It's not like it's hard, right? Come on, people. Be a little old fashioned. And - you know what? While we're at it, why hasn't anyone planned some sort of social gathering? That creepy room with the creepy movie playing would be perfect for a party. We're fed through the mini-fridges, so if everyone brought their own snacks... ( she wags her head back and forth with a thoughtful, cute wag of her brows. ) See what I'm saying? This place is freaky, don't get me wrong, but why not maximize use of the facilities for our own gain? Any takers?

[ingrantitude]

That's what's happened so far. [He shrugs] At least it hasn't stopped.

[He smiles] What do you do for a living?

[redandgoldjiminy]

He grins cheerfully. "No idea. I'm new around here. But it's been consistently 'burn your face off' hot all morning, so I'm thinking they don't know ow to brew it at a reasonable temperature."

[suspense_kills_me]

[Red had to admit, this was one of the more impressive breakfasts since he'd arrived here. At least the people, person, or thing, that ran this place decided to keep them well fed. Then he spotted the missing member of their little trio. Red figured that she'd somehow wind up here.]

Stay away from the Orange Juice, Lizzie. But the coffee isn't bad.

[suspense_kills_me]

Let me guess, you woke up in what looked like the most low rent hotel room you've seen in your life?

[He had to be new. It was the only explanation for trying the bacon.]

[suspense_kills_me]

[Reddington knew that voice. He'd never forget that voice. The fact that Tom was stuck in the elevator and Red wasn't, well that was just peachy. He had half a mind to just walk away and let him be someone else's problem. Instead, he decided to talk to Tom through the gap in the doors.]

I do, actually.

[neverbored]

[She freezes, just for a moment. It's not like she hasn't thought about the answer to this, but she hadn't really settled on anything, and now—]

Does it really matter, here?

[Stalling.]