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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
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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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She says better not, and yet Marco's pulling himself higher up on the jungle gym anyway. This is what you're dealing with. "I'll just have to be careful not to cut myself then. Simple as that."

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?

It is, in fact, making an ominous creak. Which Marco is outright ignoring as he pulls himself higher.

"Hey, if it breaks I'm sure Mom can goad the Admiral into suing the hell out of whoever put us here in the first place. Or, at least, I can goad Mom into goading the Admiral."

"The Admiral?" Claire is nonplussed; the boy seems to be talking nonsense. "Your mother is here too, then?" If so, Claire makes a note to seek her out later.

"What? Oh, no. When we get home, I'll get mom to get the Admiral to sue the hell out of whoever owns this." A pause because wait, there's no context. "The Admiral's my stepdad."

And of course they would get home. This was pretty much a mass kidnapping, eventually someone would raid this place like they raided those crazy fundie compounds in Texas. One of these people here was bound to be important enough to warrant media attention.

"Oh, I see." A boy with family in high places, then, and accustomed to getting his way. But he's someone to talk to. "I'm not sure if 'home' is where I want to be," she says. "But I don't really think this place is either. Where's home for you?"

"Washington DC," said as he sat down on one of the less rusty bars, dangling his feet off the side of the jungle gym...and kind of close to Claire's head.

"What about you?"

Claire inched away from the dangling feet, just a little.

"Oh—it's actually Washington DC for me, too," she said. "It's been home for some time now. In the city proper, or one of the suburbs?"

Marco might notice how she keeps deflecting his questions back to him.

THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

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