THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

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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.

Comments

[magicsprice]

[Of course the bloody pirate just has to follow him and natter nonsense at him. He makes his way toward a chair in the lobby. At least he could get off both legs as he's being pestered.] This is no ploy of mine, pirate. I was perfectly content where I was before I was brought here. I didn't ask to be brought here, assaulted both mentally and physically, and told that my life is about to truly become worst than I ever thought it could. [Reaching the chair he'd aimed for, he lowers himself into it with a faint wince and gives the man an annoyed look.] So excuse me if I don't feel sorry for you and that stupid piece of flesh you're blaming for your own bad attitude.

[villainously]

( well they can both get points for nattering nonsense, because Hook doesn't particularly understand what he's on about. who told him his life was going to get worse? the pirate doesn't sit and join him, keeping his place standing, even as he set both palms on the table and leaned toward his mark. )

Blaming for my bad attitude? You're the one that told me it was cursed, when you restored it. ( surely he couldn't have forgotten that, it was a month or longer considering how long he'd been trapped, but the Dark One is not one to forget anything. neither, for that matter, is Killian Jones.

granted, Rumpelstiltskin never told him it was cursed, just that it was the hand of the man he used to be. cursed simply makes him feel less responsible. )

[magicsprice]

[The award for letting him know his life was undoubtedly going end up going pear-shaped would be his son. Nothing like learning that despite his best efforts to keep his son alive, his boy still died and he still lived.

He gave Hook a look of disbelief at the words delivered.]

And you believed him? Really? I would have thought you smarter than that. To set things straight however, I didn't restore your hand. At least not yet I haven't.

[He had to wonder just how Hook had managed to get him to restore his hand. He suspected it wasn't anything pleasant. Especially given the captain had been given the suggestion the hand was cursed.]

[villainously]

What the. . . ( the pirate straightens, annoyed. he will pretty much always hate the Crocodile, but it's harder to throw things in his face when he doesn't remember doing them. they've gone into this at least once, now; Regina is apparently from his future, which means it makes sense that it's possible for Rumpelstiltskin to be from his past.

he just doesn't like it, is all. )

Kindly don't refer to yourself as someone else. You're still the Crocodile, past present and future. ( doesn't matter if he hasn't done it yet, because he will. ) I didn't believe it until it was too late, and of course you had a price to take it off again. ( Hook doesn't even know the price, as of yet, but he knows how foolish he would have been to pay it. to spare the risk of hurting someone he actually cared about, the knave didn't qualify. ) When the fuck did you get here? Are you honestly trying to claim you've no idea what's going on? I don't buy it.

( Rumpelstiltskin had to have fingers in this pot, somehow. Hook doesn't believe any alternative. )

[magicsprice]

It's the fact that you actually do believe it that has me in disbelief. [The statement is half serious, half a quip. He can guess why Hook is so inclined to believe that the hand is cursed. It's far easier to blame something else, than admit to one's faults after all. A thing he knows too well.]

Well, you should know all magic comes at a price. If you want the hand removed and the hook restored via magic, then you should be prepared to pay for it. It isn't like you can't cut it off yourself. [Well, back home he could have. He's uncertain if there are any knives in this place which would be suitable for such a task here.]

I arrived yesterday, spent the day adjusting. Yes, I am saying I have no idea what is going on, here or back in Storybrooke at your apparent timeframe. When I was taken, Bae was alive.

[Which should be enough to tell the man he was from some time in the past, given he's learned his son died at some point in the near future. Sorry, Captain, the ol' Croc has no claws in this particular pot this time.]

[villainously]

( he's not in a mood to quip back and forth with the Crocodile. (when is he, really.) he just glowers darkly and says nothing at all. this confrontation is not going the way he'd like, because for once Rumpelstiltskin is not holding all the pieces. he's not sure what to make of that.

differentiated timelines were incredibly confusing. Regina remembered more, Neal had died and obviously didn't remember things past that. and now the Dark One had arrived before Baelfire had even passed. the pirate exhaled an annoyed note, rubbing at his forehead.

as much as he hates it, having the Dark One might be an aide in finding a way out. even without magic. )

He's clearly not dead here, Crocodile. We find a way out, we take him along. We've done it once, we can do it again. ( it's not said to comfort, really, it's more of a stop sulking so we can solve this. ) You're not the only one without magic, but surely you can think of something. ( he had his fingers in too many pots, it was rare that Rumpelstiltskin didn't know something. sadly, this would be that rare moment, wouldn't it? )

[magicsprice]

[He'd been about to say that it was rather obvious that his son wasn't dead here, but that latter line of Hook's about 'he'd done it once, he could do it again' has him pausing. He gets the hidden message in a manner of speaking. Straightening up as best he could in his seat without aggravating the burned left leg that had finally begun to die down to a manageable dull throbbing.] We can try, yes. Mind if I ask what you mean by 'You've done it once, you can do it again'? [Because to be honest, he's not entirely certain what you mean by that. Dead was dead, unless you happened to be the Dark One unfortunately.]

[villainously]

Try? Really, you'd curse an entire land to get your way, and now we're going to stick it at try.

( if only Hook knew enough about pop culture to quote Yoda. do or do not, there is no try. he shakes his head, utterly uninterested in taking try as an answer. he would be getting out, as would Emma, as would Bae. and now, unfortunately, as would the crocodile. ridiculous as it was, they weren't explicitly on opposite sides...

or so he thought.

he isn't sure how much it's wise to tell the Dark One about his own future. though a part of him is surprised he doesn't remember. apparently his foresight has been lost to him, too. )

Dreadful business to spoil your future, but we might know with actual proof that it's possible to go back in time. And that you can bring someone from the past along with you.