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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.

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Bring it on, Scruffy, and we'll see who's talking tough after I wipe the floor with you.

[ Never mind the fact that the most exercise Bullock's gotten is chasing down deadbeat racket-ees who owe him money and/or Jim when being dumb. This is a terrible idea and it's going to end terribly.

...

Whatever, he can bluff this guy out. He will not be denied this breakfast victory. ]

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[Scruffy?

He raises an eyebrow before he leans back and smiles.]

Nah. Fights are like lunch at McDonalds. not until 11:30.

[ It'd also be similar to McD's in that it'd be cheap, quick, and in hindsight really the worst option you had.

Bullock just stares back, the picture of (hypocritically scruffy) unimpressed. He's used to Gotham crazy, it's going to take a lot to get him riled. ]

Then why don't you cruise on the drive-through and hit the road? You need your rinds so bad filled, go on and ask any of the happy-go-lucky-if-they're-hit-by-a-bus bellhops.

[He raises an eyebrow and smiles. This is hilarious.] Little mad about the bell hops huh?

How hard is it to make a goddamned bagel?! [ You reopened this can of worms, blame no one but yourself. Sure, he was being belligerent but he was being belligerent at normal volumes. Now? Nope. ] It's a ring of baked dough! There's gotta be some weirdo baker supplying this freakshow hotel, why the hell not make a simple friggin' bagel?!

In the grand scheme of life I'd think that bacon's more acceptable then bagels man. [He tilts his head, leaving behind his own food and moving closer] What's really bugging you man.

C'mon. Let it out.

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.

[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?

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.

[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.]

[ 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.

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

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

Ward.

Grant ward. [He offers a hand]

[ A firm handshake back. ]

Where you from then, Ward?

THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

i apologize in advance. harv is a special child

I need this CR.

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