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

[notafraidofyou]

[Sorry, man. You snooze, you lose.]

I usually got for a nap later on, since breakfast is the only meal they're serving around here. I don't want to miss it. [shrug] There're still pancakes?

[allusionsahoy]

Yeah, but those aren't waffles. [ details, dude ] Still, beggars can't be choosers, I guess. [ and so, he picks up a couple of pancakes (thankfully with the pancake tongs) and just drops them on the place covered with bacon. ]

It's not like this place has a kitchen we could use to make our own food or anything. [ wait a moment... ] I'm right about that, right? No kitchen?

[notafraidofyou]

They still taste great with a ton of syrup and butter, so. [shrug. same difference.]

No, not that we've found. So apparently the food is magic.

[allusionsahoy]

That's so dumb. [ Marco Campbell: magic critic ]

[notafraidofyou]

Are you kidding me? Food appears out of nowhere. How is that dumb?

[Think what you want, Marco, but it's food. All you can eat maple syrup.]

[allusionsahoy]

Yeah, but magic food? You've got to admit, that sounds kind of dumb—and ranks super low on the magic scale, in my opinion.

[notafraidofyou]

Super low in terms of cool. But super awesome in terms of usefulness. I mean, sure, a flaming sword would look cool, but when it's time for breakfast, I want bacon.

[allusionsahoy]

And again this cycles back to the point that waffles would be better.

[notafraidofyou]

Well, maybe. But are you seriously knocking bacon? Because I didn't think anyone could.

[allusionsahoy]

I'm knocking bacon that's not good. This stuff's too crispy.

[notafraidofyou]

[Tim shrugs slightly in acknowledgement.] Well, maybe. But if you crumble it up and put it in top of the eggs? it doesn't matter that much.