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

[logistical]

[ He clasps his hands behind his back and studies Rush with some curiosity, unaffected by the fact that the man seems to want to glare a hole right through him. Human, on the surface. No sense of restraint. In other words: sigh. ]

I was merely attempting to assist. This is a public space.

[lottawork]

[Rush so does detest being fucking assessed under thoughtful, dispassionate, raised-eyebrow scrutiny. It would almost encourage him to dislike this man purely on principle if he had not already deemed him to be thoroughly and irredeemably annoying within the first few seconds of their encounter.]

Well, then. By all means. [With this, a scornful supination of one hand that soon swipes up to drag through his disordered sweep of hair. The invader has made a perfectly rational point with no rational exits - Rush will have to create an irrational one. Unfortunately.] Do continue. Perhaps add a grocery list, since you seem so intent on taking liberties.

[logistical]

[ r u d e but Spock had also already decided the man to be the epitome of rudeness. And from a scientific mind no less. ]

If you feel that is productive.

[ Vulcans are notoriously known for sometimes being too literal by accident, as unfamiliar with sarcasm and idioms, on occasion. Spock is not currently having this issue. He is, simply put, being a brat. ]

[lottawork]

[He's already suspecting that his partner is conversation may not be entirely human. Or at least - not from Earth. Or not from Rush's particular iteration of Earth, since that multiversal variation is, apparently, possible

Unfortunately, Rush has retained no polite ways to ask if one is not human, despite - for some reason - being at the receiving end of that question frequently himself.

He also has a deep-seated, profound objection to being disconcerted mid-conversation by anyone who has the gall to interrupt his work. His counter comes brusquely and without hesitation.]

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