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

[suspense_kills_me]

[Red had to admit, this was one of the more impressive breakfasts since he'd arrived here. At least the people, person, or thing, that ran this place decided to keep them well fed. Then he spotted the missing member of their little trio. Red figured that she'd somehow wind up here.]

Stay away from the Orange Juice, Lizzie. But the coffee isn't bad.

she's from the latest ep... so vague spoilers here, just in case you haven't seen it yet!

[keenagent]

[ somehow, elizabeth's not surprised to see him here. of all the people she expected, reddington was at the top of her list; wherever she is, he always seems to follow close behind. truthfully, she's not certain how to feel about that.

inclining her head, she looks at him in greeting. ]

Never thought I'd end up at a place where orange juice is ominous.

How long have you been here?

I'm all good. Spoil away! Red's from the one with the Auction

[suspense_kills_me]

[Lizzie was amusing, he'd give her that.]

Ominous orange juice and absolutely dreadful tea. Both of which I've been subjected to for about three weeks or so.

[keenagent]

[ three weeks? that long? ]

How is that possible? [ her brow furrows in confusion and disbelief. ] I just saw you a few hours ago.

[suspense_kills_me]

I'm going to choose to believe it's because the three of us somehow figure out a way to get out of here.

[Yes, he did say 'three of us' so someone else Liz knew had to be here too.]

What was the last thing you remember?

[keenagent]

[ she pauses at the question, suddenly appearing more solemn. ]

... My charges were dropped.

Who else is with us?

[suspense_kills_me]

[Red wasn't really expecting an answer like that.]

I didn't know you were formally charged. The last time I saw you, we'd just finished attending that auction. [And had their little heart to heart in the back of that police car.]

Agent Ressler is around here somewhere.

[keenagent]

[ her eyes widen slightly before narrowing again. first, there's a chance they'll be stuck here indefinitely, and now there are time shenanigans at play? how lovely. ]

None of this makes any sense.

[ at least ressler was here. that was a small comfort. ]

You've been here for weeks. What the hell is going on, and who's behind it?

[suspense_kills_me]

We don't know that yet. Most of the people here have spent the last month dealing with their ghosts, personal or otherwise.

[Red had no desire to tell Liz who had been haunting him, since she doubted Sam would have been someone she'd want to hear about.]

I've done some looking around the building, but other than guest rooms, I haven't found much.

[keenagent]

[ sorry, red. it might come up sooner than you think. ]

I heard about the ghosts.

[ there's a pause to substitute an unspoken question: "you mean they're actually real?" ]

[suspense_kills_me]

Most of us have seen them, what's worse is, most of us have heard them.

[He figured, now that Liz was here, Sam was going to become more...insistent.]

[keenagent]

[ a beat. she never breaks eye contact. ]

Including you?

[suspense_kills_me]

As if you had any doubt.

[Even with knowledge of the small amount of crimes the FBI can pin on him, he assumed Lizzie knew he had no shortage of people that could possibly haunt him.]