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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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"My hands?" Because yeah, what else was there? Though...she realizes now that when she does transform, there goes her secret identity (again) and so she just had to hope that this woman didn't tell anybody.

Because really? Hime was up for trusting strangers over being stuck in an elevator forever.

"..."

Well, it isn't as if there are that many other options. Una hasn't got anything on her that would help, and maybe humouring the girl will help pass the time until someone gets them out.

"Be my guest." She manages not to sound snarky, even.

Ohhh this was gonna end up with so many explanations later. So, she pulled out a pink boxy device out of her purse. Jamming what looked like a fashion plate into the device, Hime yelled out, "Precure Rolling Mirror Change!"

One transformation sequence later and she was standing in the elevator, magical girl outfit and all, looking kind of embarrassed. "You've got to promise not to tell anybody, okay? This is supposed to be a secret."

There were afterimages in Una's eyes, like a thousand camera flashes had gone off at once, and she was now standing with her back firmly against the wall of the elevator.

What the actual hell.

"A secret," she repeated, finding her tongue at last. "Of course, absolutely. Cross my heart."

This is your life, Una Persson. "Thanks," Cure Princess remarked, sighing slightly.

Now, to get the door open. Cracking her knuckles, she turned to face the door, wedged her fingers in the crack and started to pull...and nothing happened. "What gives?!" she grumbled, yanking the door further. It slowly started to budge, but it was obvious that it would take a while until the actual elevator doorway was open.

Somebody was discovering her power cap.

"Here." Una maneuvered herself into place to help.

"You were expecting this to be easier," she said after a moment.

"I've normally got super strength," she said, as if an explanation. Princess kept yanking on the door, slowly prying open an opening. It's obvious that she still holds a trace of that super strength—no normal human should be able to open an elevator door like that. But based on how annoyed Princess looks, it's obvious this is something new and different (and annoying).

"Super strength. Oh, of course." It's only a little sarcastic; after all, there's enough ridiculousness in this place that a sparkly teenage girl with super strength isn't that outlandish.

"Is that sort of thing, ah, normal where you come from?"

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