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.

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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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Phil Coulson | MCU/Agents of SHIELD

[avengeme]

breakfast
[Coulson is sitting casually at a table. A plate full of pancakes, waffles, and bacon and a cup of hot coffee sitting in front of him. It seems he's already taken a bite of the pancakes and is humming appreciatively]

Not bad.

[Except he then lowers his knife and fork so he can reach for the cup of coffee, which burns his lips despite him taking the precautions of blowing on the top and only taking a small sip]

-Agh! [he jerks back and some coffee spills onto the floor. He sets the cup back on the table and touches his fingers to his lips] Damn.

I'm docking points for the lousy coffee. [he says to no one in particular] You could kill someone with that.


elevator
[Coulson is standing outside the elevator, regarding the open carriage with suspicion]

You know, I've seen enough horror movies to know this is going to be a bad idea.

((OOC: drive by test driving.))

[alifetime]

[Every time he sees a suit, Jack gets hopeful. That doubles when the word 'coffee' is mentioned. While he is a little disappointed that it isn't Ianto, what he's presented with isn't bad.]

I don't know about kill, but it is awful. I'd enjoy it though. This is the only meal you'll see today.

[He doesn't bother to ask permission, just taking a seat across from Coulson and starting on his own breakfast. Which seems to be eggs and sausage liberally coated with catsup.]

Wish our non-existent staff would give us a complaint box. [Cue too cheerful grin at Coulson.]

[avengeme]

[Coulson quirks his eyebrows at the newcomer but he doesn't seem offended that he's just taking a seat across from him]

If that's the case, I better think about packing some of this food to go.

I'm Phil Coulson. [he wipes his hand on a napkin and holds it out to him]

[alifetime]

That's what most of us do. They don't seem to care if we walk out with any, and there's small fridges in the rooms so it doesn't go bad. I'd suggest stocking up.

[While he set to cutting apart his breakfast, Jack's gaze wanders over Coulson without the least attempt to not leer. When it comes to who and what he is, Jack is open about it. A man in a suit? Oh yes, please, and thank you.]

[Cleaning his own hands, Jack reaches across the table to gently grip Phil's hand in a shake. There's a dual purpose to such a casual touch on his part, feeling for any callouses that might denote gun or knife use. Men in suits could be dangerous, okay? Ianto was a case in point. Jack's own have wear along the thumb and forefinger, showing long-term use of a gun.]

Captain Jack Harkness. Good to meet you. Must be one of the new arrivals. I think I've already met everyone who looks that good in a tie.

[sinuosity]

[ Nyssa too is peering into it; she turns to eye him coldly. Pop culture isn't her forte: Sara used to teach her a few colloquialisms. For blending in while out on business, she'd said. ]

How so?

[avengeme]

Ever heard of the Tower of Terror?

[sinuosity]

[ A long pause. ]

... No.

welp.

[ingrantitude]

[It was only a goddamn matter of time.

Between Skye, Fitz, and simmons it was only a goddamn matter of time. At least May's not here or he's pretty sure he would be locked in his room at this point, let out only for good behavior -

And he's not doing that again. ( He's never doing that again if he can help it)

But it was only a matter of time.]

What you want to watch out for is the food.

[Stop. Pause. Wait for a reaction.]

y hello there

[avengeme]

[Oh, May would definitely have a lot to say about Ward walking around here. As for Coulson, he's good at hiding his surprise though it still shows, briefly. He reacts by leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, regarding Ward coolly.]

Why's that?

This excites me so much esp. since I've enabled an agent 33...

[ingrantitude]

It's about the level of motel six food and you never see anyone prepare it.

[Then again there's a lot to watch out for. Taking one step, then another, he sits carefully across from him.

Coulson can probably see him checking the corners.

Hands on the tablecloth. Moving his arm with difficulty.]

That's really bothered me. Not seeing anyone prepare it.

But. [He shrugs and smiles] You know me.

breakfast!

[starspangled]

[It's always a good idea to take advantage of breakfast. They call it the most important meal of the day for a reason, and around here, it's the only meal of the day. That's only one of the oddities in this place, another being the occasional ghost.

Steve thinks he might be seeing one right now.]

Agent Coulson?

[avengeme]

[Would a ghost be eating breakfast and getting burned by overly hot coffee? Coulson's eyes widen slightly at the sight of Steve. This is definitely not how he expected to speak to the Captain again.]

Captain Rogers...

[a pause. What should he say?]

It's good to see you.

[starspangled]

Yeah. It's good to see you too.

[That little furrow in his forehead lingers. Steve can't hide it when the wheels are going around, and he's thinking that what Skye and Fitz told him was true. He doesn't mention that, doesn't say anything about his supposed death either. Maybe Coulson doesn't even know anything about that himself. There are precious few moments where Steve errs on the side of caution. This would be one of them.

Steve smiles and extends his hand.]

I wish it was under better circumstances, though I suppose they could be worse.

[facemyenemies]

[The elevator. She'd been doing fine without it. Now she stared at it, wondering what monsters might flood off of it when the doors opened.]

[The man there was one she recognized, causing her to tip her head a bit to hide in her hoodie. It shouldn't matter. She didn't have May's face. She didn't LOOK like Kara anymore, not with all the burns. Still, she was worried he's recognize her, and mildly curious if he would.]

[The bastard that killed Whitehall. If this had been before... well, recent developments, she'd try to strangle him here and now. Instead she kept a fist to her side, calming herself as she spoke.]

If it's such a bad idea, perhaps you should take the stairs.

omg

[avengeme]

[There's something about her that strikes him as familiar. Coulson wanted to recruit Agent 33 before HYDRA got to her first, after all. The hoodie and the burns combined helps make sure that he doesn't recognize her just yet even when he turns to face her]

I probably will.

[he pauses and shifts slightly, regarding her posture. It doesn't feel entirely friendly.]

Have we met?

Hii-eee :3

[facemyenemies]

[She was betting on the burns to keep her a bit unknown, though she supposed the moment they started to see her hang around Ward, they'd know.]

[She rubbed her palm off on her hip and rucked it into the pocket of her sweater, relaxing the fist and out of sight. She's reprogramming herself. She doesn't have to kill him for her failure with Whitehall. She doesn't.]

No. [her reply came out a bit flatly, a bit fast.] I'd think you'd remember a face like mine if we had.

screams i didn't see this until now!!!

[hacker]

Well, we could take the stairs like I suggested, but somebody just had to solve the mystery.

[ Skye rocks her head back and forth as she speaks like a contrary child, but it's all carried with a certain level of good-natured amusement buried just beneath the surface. Clapping him on the shoulder, she shows her support of the plan by stepping inside first, glancing up and around the elevator. ]

But I'm telling you, this thing hasn't worked since we got here.

Hello :>

[avengeme]

I can't help it. It's old fashioned.

[very old fashioned. He follows her inside so he can admire it properly. He doesn't move to close the gates though. He doesn't quite trust the thing]

Maybe we shouldn't use it. It could go all Tower of Terror on us.

yes hi flops on dramatically come to us

[hacker]

And what, plunge us into the epic matrix of catacombs, hidden deep under the earth? [ She says it like the notion is ridiculous, because they're on the first floor and how far could they go, but then she just kind of stops and seems to consider that a moment and.

Well.

San Juan.

So she looks uncomfortable, swallows, and shoulders out of the elevator. ] Okay, point taken.

hello!!!

[technologist]

It isn't poisoned.

[ Which is a very helpful observation, if slightly missing the point. Fitz gets it, of course— it's too hot, which would be why he hasn't got any coffee. Just a plate full of pancakes and his best attempt at not looking too surprised at turning around to find a familiar face. ]

Not that we can test it. But we're all still alive, so.

[ Followed by a slightly awkward pause. There are about a billion questions he could ask, the last thing Coulson remembers, who else he's seen. What he settles on is: ]

How long have you been here?

Fiiiitz

[avengeme]

[Coulson can't help but feel the corner of his lips quirk up slightly. He can definitely picture Fitz testing the coffee in this place]

Since yesterday. I missed breakfast though.

I take it equipment isn't easy to come by around here.

[bettercallit]

[ Clint would know the back of that head anywhere, even here, especially since he's dead from his part of the timeline and he seems to be very much alive now.

He walks over as if it's any other day, eyeing up the bacon as he helps himself to the seat across the table, putting down his bowl of fruit. ]

Keeping the old point docking system alive, sir? [ He pushes over his ice-cold glass of orange juice. ] It won't help the taste of the coffee, but it'll do something for the burning sensation.

Agent Barton :3

[avengeme]

[It's a very strange yet familiar feeling to have Clint walking up to him like that and calling him sir. Two years is two years too long to keep up the whole being dead thing, even if SHIELD is technically no longer around.]

Why change a system that works? [he retorts, smiling before reaching for the glass of orange juice gratefully to down a quarter of the glass] I take it you've been here a lot longer than I have.

Breakfast

[therightpartner]

It's not quite as bad as the tea. [The words are accompanied by a faint, amused smile.] But I think it's the cold beverages that should be considered murderous.

[Balancing her own plate, she nods toward an empty seat at his table.]

May I?

!!! Peggy!

[avengeme]

Why? Did someone poison it? Go a--[The word dies at his throat when he looks up and sees who it was. It's definitely different when you're looking at someone famous in person but there is no mistaking who she is, or at least, who she resembles] ...head. [he finishes, lamely]