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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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And no other meals at any time of the day, is that correct? [So she's heard.] That's a bit hard on those of us who can barely think about food before ten in the morning.

That's what's happened so far. [He shrugs] At least it hasn't stopped.

[He smiles] What do you do for a living?

[She freezes, just for a moment. It's not like she hasn't thought about the answer to this, but she hadn't really settled on anything, and now—]

Does it really matter, here?

[Stalling.]

I was just curious. The idea of breakfast, I thought you worked a night job. [He's watching her more intently now though.]

[Claire is familiar with scrutiny. It doesn't faze her.]

No, I didn't. But politicians keep strange hours. What about you?

[At the mention of politicians he raises an eyebrow and feels something cold settle over him.]

Historian.

Oh? Academia? Or a museum or think-tank?

[She's got that genuinely-interested, please-tell-me-more look, the one that's served her so well over the years and which is actually only occasionally an act.]

[This is a loaded question. He's used a historian cover before, repeatedly but...he knows that look.

Or at least he thinks he does. He know his mother and father would wear it all the time - political pundits, family friends, whenever he'd tell them about his day...]

Academia. It may not pay well but when you have passion for the work...

It makes all the difference. Yes, I know what you mean.

[Claire, of course, has never really wanted for much, even in her and Francis's leanest days.

She tests the coffee again. It's getting to just about drinkable now.]

Working for non-profits is similar.

THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

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