THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

[checkingin]

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

YEAH but shield agents are g r o s s (also sorry! work+ill = crappy response time)

[hulk]

[ He knows she means the OJ but it's just as easily applied to the experiment holding the glass and his smile strains to stay. ]

Call me an optimist. [ The rest takes him by actual surprise, but first he has to go and finagle his breakfast somewhere so he can follow the niceties. Only a little bit of coffee spills, and he'll call that a win for the morning. Shaking her hand briefly, he puts the rest of the food down next to it — one table's good as another. ] A fan? Not entirely sure I can believe that.

[ What's he done? Some decade old papers published and... Well. New York. He's not entirely sure he wants fans for what happened there. ]

[wentalong]

No mint on my pillow, either.

[ He's been here a couple days, and hungover to boot at the start. That'd be another nice thing to add to the buffet, just a couple mimosas wouldn't go over too hard. ]

Got some crazy X-Files wannabes telling me what was what, minus how to get the hell out.

[wentalong]

[ A firm handshake back. ]

Where you from then, Ward?

I THINK U MEAN PRECIOUS (and it's ok i've been generally Slow this week too)

[hacker]

All right.

[ She relents a step, thinking of Mike Peterson's kid and his Hulk action figure. ]

Biggest may have been overselling it, but if he pees a little when he sees you, you can't say there was no warning.

[ Chewing a bite off her bagel, she arches her eyebrows matter-of-factly at him and then sets about explaining, ] I mean, personally, I always kinda preferred Iron Man, but Fitz made some good points about versatility.

one;

[iustitiae]

Hey, you know what. I'm not judging.

[connor is having one banana. one singular banana. but you know bananas are good for nerves.]

Creepy probably haunted hotel, free breakfast, what's not to like?

[hulk]

N- I figured you weren't judging, exactly, just. I was— Uh.

[ Bananas are also the most innuendo-y of the breakfast fruits and I'm sure that's just a coincidence. I mean. ]

Until the ghosts come out asking me to deal with the bill, pretty much good by my book.

[iustitiae]

[sir that is disrespectful to bananas]

Seriously? That's it? You're cool with being locked up in this shitty place where the doors literally don't work.

[hulk]

[ Banana, show on the peel where he touched you. ]

The doors work, I mean. They open and shut, just... Not always where you're wanting them to go. But it's— I've definitely been worse places.

[iustitiae]

[wow it just gets worse]

Not the outside ones. We are trapped in here. For all you know, we're just sitting ducks waiting for the murderer-kidnapper to show up and have fun.

[ha ha ha ha ha murderers thats so funny]

[keenagent]

[ liz shakes her head vaguely, trying to process all of this. ]

I remember the suitcase.

What do you mean it wasn't yours? Your name wasn't written on it?

[keenagent]

[ sorry, red. it might come up sooner than you think. ]

I heard about the ghosts.

[ there's a pause to substitute an unspoken question: "you mean they're actually real?" ]

mmmmmmnah precious is more puppies than shadow agencies who stalk people NOT THAT HE'S BITTER OFC

[hulk]

Th- Okay, that's a warning well-received? I guess?

[ How seriously should he be taking this??? He has no idea. And may start investing in just carrying around wipes. As a precautionary thing. ]

Don't ever tell Tony that, his ego's already— [ It's an automatic response after bunking up with the guy a year or so. That Mandarin business was... Well, it was ridiculous enough that Bruce figured staying couldn't (probably) make things worse. But okay, no, he's off Starksitting duty right now, focus on the point, Banner. ] The other guy isn't exactly what I could call... Versatile.

[ It's that limited marketability thing again. ]

[hulk]

That's... A thought.

[ And he's looking at this guy with some Serious Concern. ]

Though it's also true for all anybody knows, this is all one very crazy dream. Sans murders or at least with a guarantee of waking up once the murderer shows up. [ A beat, because ha that wish has been going strong for... what? Ten years now? ] But in case it's not, I think we're. There's a few people here who'd be able to deal with that.

[iustitiae]

You really think this is just a crazy dream.

[not a question]

[hulk]

I accept it's a possibility. I've had really weird and honestly awful dreams before. [ Setting his food on a table, he rips off a bit of pancake and rolls it between his fingers. ] But same time, it's. It's also possible this is all actually happening because I've had weirder and definitely more awful things happen. I mean, fifty-fifty either way, maybe.

[ A hapless shrug of a guy who's finally really starting to embrace the crazy in his life. ]

...No matter which it is, though, I'm still hungry.

[sinuosity]

Nyssa has been standing with folded arms at one corner of the elevator, unsmiling, and not offering anything more than a polite nod before now. Of course this ridiculous contraption fails to work properly. Everything in this establishment is distasteful and subpar.

In answer, she pulls out a small wooden section of curtain rod, one end sharpened, and wedges it into the gap in the doors. 'I may be of use.'

[sinuosity]

[ Nyssa too is peering into it; she turns to eye him coldly. Pop culture isn't her forte: Sara used to teach her a few colloquialisms. For blending in while out on business, she'd said. ]

How so?

[sinuosity]

[ This is the first time she's seen someone try to wrench apart doors with movement that suggests brute strength. Colour her curious. ]

The moment has passed. [ she crosses over to the door to examine the damage, if any ] You may wish to save your efforts.

[ingrantitude]

[This is a loaded question. He's used a historian cover before, repeatedly but...he knows that look.

Or at least he thinks he does. He know his mother and father would wear it all the time - political pundits, family friends, whenever he'd tell them about his day...]

Academia. It may not pay well but when you have passion for the work...

[una_persson]

"Glad to see that one of us is prepared," Una replies. She steps up, preparing to get her hands into the gap and pull once the gap is wide enough to grapple with.

[neverbored]

It makes all the difference. Yes, I know what you mean.

[Claire, of course, has never really wanted for much, even in her and Francis's leanest days.

She tests the coffee again. It's getting to just about drinkable now.]

Working for non-profits is similar.

welp.

[ingrantitude]

[It was only a goddamn matter of time.

Between Skye, Fitz, and simmons it was only a goddamn matter of time. At least May's not here or he's pretty sure he would be locked in his room at this point, let out only for good behavior -

And he's not doing that again. ( He's never doing that again if he can help it)

But it was only a matter of time.]

What you want to watch out for is the food.

[Stop. Pause. Wait for a reaction.]

breakfast!

[starspangled]

[It's always a good idea to take advantage of breakfast. They call it the most important meal of the day for a reason, and around here, it's the only meal of the day. That's only one of the oddities in this place, another being the occasional ghost.

Steve thinks he might be seeing one right now.]

Agent Coulson?

[starspangled]

[Touche. Steve takes a breath before he just presses his lips into a faint smile. It's not lost on him that she's a little bit frustrated.]

Mind if I try?

HOW CAN YOU LOOK AT THIS FACE AND NOT THINK PUPPY

[hacker]

"The Other Guy?" Is that what you call it?

[ Must be nice, being able to dissociate from being responsible for all that destruction. Skye's not jealous, not thinking of how many people must have gone down in that quake in San Juan, definitely not thinking about Fitz's doubt about whether they might just be among the casualties (would he hate her, if he knew she was the one who did it?). ]

Whatever. I didn't mean just him. You don't have to be huge and green to be a superhero. I mean, it's kinda Dr. Jekyll, right? Genius scientist by day, giant hulking rage monster by … [ Her nose crinkles. ] Really bad week.