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

Kara/Agent 33 - MCU/Agents of SHIELD

[facemyenemies]

[A]
[Kara sits at a table, alone with a plate of pancakes in front of her. They aren't pumpkin pancakes, and though that was a Ward thing, she was kind of hopeful they didn't taste bad. So far she had poked at an egg and nothing else though.]

[She wasn't even trusting the coffee too be any good. It took her a bit to decide on anything and after she had she didn't really want to eat it.]

[The scar faced woman sat, head down a bit, dark black sunglasses on, and a black hood from her sweater pulled over. It wasn't like she needed to hide herself... from some people, but when she was out around strangers and was alone? She did.]


[B]
[She wasn't thinking.]

[That was what this came down to. She wasn't thinking and there was the ding, and the doors opened, and she should have taken the steps, but here we are. In an elevator, stopped, flickering, with someone else.]

[She wore her hood still, but pulled her sunglasses off, looking up to the top of the lift. Perhaps if it's really stuck and stays that way she can open the top some how and get out. Find help. Or maybe if she takes a moment to wait, it will be fine.]

[...really, this is fine.]

[ingrantitude]

A -

[He's caught up with her as much as he can and he can carry things. That's a milestone worthy of a breakfast. At least what he'd like to be a big breakfast but he can't push himself through his normal workout routine.

So he's settled for toast and grapefruit and he's carrying it with both hands to her table.]

Pancakes huh?

[His grandmother had made them for him often. He hadn't indulged in them since...since...]

Where'd you find those? Those sound good.

[facemyenemies]

[She looked up to the person joining her and frowned, sitting up better and taking her shades off, folding them and sitting them down.]

[A look of concern is on her face] If I knew you were coming down now as well I could h ave helped you with that.

[she nodded to his food, frowning. When she found him here he was still wounded, and that concerned her. They had fixed that after all.]

[Oh... yes, she looked down at her small stack]

They were beside the waffles. I could get you some?

[ingrantitude]

You don't have to. I mean I can. [He starts to rise and slumps a bit.

Maybe he can't.]

I should cut down on the heavy carbs though. I mean for a bit. There's only so far that you can push yourself.

[He offers a snort, looking mildly amused.] My grandmother used to make them. Years ago.

[facemyenemies]

[She frowns more as he slumps back into place.]

[Stubborn. She feels like they took a step back in all his progress. Technically, she is just a few steps forward is all.]

[She says nothing as she pushes her plate between them. There is a small round cup of syrup as well] It's not pecan syrup, but it's not poison either. You can have some of mine, as I don't think I'll eat it all anyhow.

[she poked a bit of scrambled egg with her fork and ate it, looking at the other as he spoke of his grandmother. She can't remember the first time she ate pancakes, or who made them. Or anyone of importance to her] Were they any good? Your grandmothers pancakes.

[ingrantitude]

[Were they?

He rubs his eyes for a moment and stares at them.] They were always flavored. She didn't have a lot of time to cook, usually it was our ... maid that did it.

Her maid, but when she did she made good pancakes.

[He's about to ask if that was the case with her, something about her, but he pushes them back.] You ever have these with fruit?

[facemyenemies]

[She watches him from the corner of her eyes, poking no at a strip of bacon with the point of her fork.]

[She sometimes forgets what a rich family he came from, seeing as she only knows him from the gutters of this kind of work]

Flavors? Like pumpkin?

[don't blame her for poking in things he has no idea why she would question. It was just chit chat anyhow]

Can't say I have. [with fruit? She can't remember. Not recently at least.] I'm sure they'd be good with bananas, or strawberries.

A

[hacker]

[ Most might not know Kara Lynn Palamas' real face anymore, but Skye spends enough time in SHIELD's files (most of her time, actually) that she's seen the badge ID that comes attached to Agent 33's.

Of course, the face she sees in the hotel is ... well, saying it looked like the face in her ID badge would be generous, and considering it's not May's burned and disfigured face, Skye doesn't immediately make the connection.

In fact, it takes her three passes in the dining hall to take more than a passing glance under the hood. But as she goes for the orange juice that she's nearly sure is somehow radioactive, she hesitates.

Hesitates, then glances around as if to confirm she's alone, and finally invites herself to a seat at the hooded woman's table to figure out why she feels familiar. ]

Hey.

[facemyenemies]

[She knows who you are. She has your face saved. And Skye is... one of the last people she wanted to see right now. Not because of a fear of the girl, like anyone would fear that thing, but because she just didn't want to deal with that whole side of the SHIELD thing.]

[With them here it would be harder for Ward.]

[She didn't like that.]

[Her head tucked down a bit more as the girl invites herself to her table. Kara had been keeping an eye on who was here and honestly, she's only mildly surprised the girl came over.]

Hello.

[her hooded figure looked down at her pancakes, poking at them with her fork, mentally thinking go away, go away, go away.]

[hacker]

Do you ever meet someone and get this feeling like you know them?

[ She sits forward, deliberately making herself overly comfortable as she leans over the table and spreads her stance wide. At ease, personable. Everything someone trying to hide something might hate. ]

Maybe you met in a grocery store once. Saw their face on the subway.

[ Leaning in, she arches her eyebrows, ducking her head just slightly so she can try to get a better look under Kara's hood. A smile starts on her lips, lopsided but earnest, searching for a chattering reply. ]

[facemyenemies]

[You are already too close for comfort, Skye.]

[In all honestly, she wanted to shift to Skye Face and scare the girl, if she could. Mimic her, repeat everything she was doing or saying but...]

[No, she wont give that ace in the hole away yet. Instead she relaxed forward as well, reaching up to take her sunglasses off, tucking them into her pouch pocket of her hoodie. Brown eyes stared back. If she knows who she is it wont matter. 'Do not engage' Ward told her, but hen they were this close you couldn't run off.]

[She stayed relaxed, smooth and cool, no heat in her words as she said lightly]

Subway, perhaps. Though I would think if you had seen a face like mine you'd remember it.

[hacker]

[ There's enough. Her voice twangs, metallic, like a glitch, but it couldn't possibly be more familiar. May's voice is as familiar to Skye as a mother's might be to their child. That, combined with her words—a face like this—is enough to spark the memory.

The skirmish hadn't lasted long; Agent 33 was (is) the better combatant. Especially given that Skye's been sedentary for two months now, trapped in this hotel and miserably trying not to aggravate any negative emotions that might set her off. ]

No. I guess you're right; I wouldn't. [ She takes a drink from her orange juice, smiling through her gulp before quipping, ] But when we were in Vancouver, that's not what your face looked like. Well. Part of it was.

[B]

[scienceexperiment]

Never fails with these things. They never work the way they should.

[Calvin was hardly bothered by the sudden stop, or at least that's the way he wanted it to seem, the man more annoyed underneath his calm facade if nothing else. He had places to be and people to find and this? This was just a hiccup; an annoyance that he could do without.

He glanced at his companion, a smile on his face even though it was anything but truly friendly, the doctor tucking his arms behind his back.]

I can't say I'm surprised, considering the place we're in, can you?

[facemyenemies]

[/wake up and keysmash asap, aw yes, Cal!/]

[She should have been paying more attention.]

[Why wasn't she paying more attention?!]

[Last time she saw this man was in the hall, shooting at him and Coulson.... for killing Whitehall. She was reprogramming herself over all that, and yet realizing this lot was to kill the one man she was meant to protect made her feel mildly ill.]

[Now she was to protect Ward. Things were different now, but all the same, this man was not someone to take lightly.]

[She glanced sideways at him, frowning. The urge to strangle him much less then Coulson.]

And yet we were both stupid enough to get on the thing.

[scienceexperiment]

[BD BD

Calvin chuckles, glancing at the buttons now and leaning forward, an arm coming out from behind his back to attempt to press some of them. He knew it was pointless but it was the thought that counts.]

Or maybe we're both just hoping to get to someplace better with it's help.

[He leans back, making a thoughtful sound.]

You look good. Much better than you did the last time I saw you.

[facemyenemies]

[She mentally berated herself for feeling twitchy when he moved. This is stupid. Damn it.]

[Buttons were useless, and the leaver that was used normally by an attendant in these things was held in the up position. This old contraption should actually be their death, yes.]

[And maybe he had a point in that. She wouldn't really be upset if this thing did take them to someplace... better.]

[The fact that he recognized her had one fist ball up at her side. She had a different face now, but the scars were worse. How did he know?]

I've been working out.

[her voice was flat, unamused.]

[scienceexperiment]

[It's what he does; how he functions. He knows what he needs to know and makes a point to follow changes as they come. Grant Ward had been a rather interesting addition to his little party, as short as that relationship may have been, and Calvin was well aware that the man had left that day with someone else.

This woman. This woman with a different face and a new personality.]

Clearly.

[There's a darker tinge of amusement to his expression now and he turns to face her, making a thoughtful sound.]

It seems freedom has been good for you. Captive animals tend to either thrive or die when they get set free. I'm glad to see you went for the first option.

i'm so sorry

[advising]

[ Haymitch really should be working on more ways out of this place, but before any sleepy mind can get to work, it requires a proper breakfast. Someone's told him that, but his breakfasts were never altogether nourishing or balanced.

Unfortunately, they don't have any form of liquor here so he's become accustomed to the pancakes. He's piling some on his plate when he notices the woman. ]

I've played hide and go seek, but I'd imagine you're losing with that get up, sweetheart.

Omfg i yelled in pure joy, horrible <3

[facemyenemies]

[Look, there was a reason for the hood and glasses, okay? Her mask wasn't working properly and this was the only way she was getting food right now. Fuck off.]

[Of course she didn't SAY that. She turned her eyes to him and said nothing at first. Picked up a piece of bacon instead and took a bite of it.]

And what 'get up' would you suggest I wear to win? I was unaware that hide and seek required costumes.

yes yes good. :|

[advising]

Hiding in a corner. With shades and a hat. Indoors.

[ Because that's perfectly normal. ] I was unaware, too, but here we are. [ He has no fears, especially as he settles himself heavily in the chair opposite her, kicking his feet up on the seat of another chair. ]

I hear it's a great way to make friends.

[facemyenemies]

Seems to work for the most part. People generally leave me alone when I am like this.

[she peeked over the edge of her sunglasses at him as he took a seat. Well, generally strangers left her alone. Never mind that, huh.]

And here I thought I came down for breakfast... [She lifted her head a little and the scars might be easier to see, at least some of them. Dark brown hair falling from either side of her hood to help a little.] ...not to make friends.

B.

[alifetime]

Well, damn.

[The other occupant of the elevator doesn't seem too upset with the stop beyond that small comment. Instead of trying the doors or the ceiling, Jack Harkness settles down on the floor and makes himself comfortable.]

[Only then does his eyes move up to her face, not even sure if he's looking at a man or woman at first but the body says woman even with everything she's wearing.]

Should have figured it would do it again. I'd take a seat if I were you. Got stuck in here once for six hours. As long as you're not claustrophobic, it isn't too bad.

[facemyenemies]

[The man in here with her? Calm. That was nice at least. She looked around, wanting to try butters or the leaver to get it moving again, wanting to find a way out of the shaft. She wasn't claustrophobic, but she didn't like cages.]

[She should never have taken this damned contraption. The stairs are just FINE. Shit.]

[And he was SITTING? She glanced down at him and frowned. Then glanced back to the doors. There had to be something they could do?]

[She hadn't said much yet, still clearly calculating a way out, only to stop after a few minutes and lean back into the back wall. Yes, she was a woman, with her hood up and glasses on, hiding her face. She could switch to a different face, but the only ones working were faces he might have seen, or something that would give her away.]

[With a sigh she moved to slide down the wall, sitting near, head down but glancing over at him.]

What happened last time? Did someone get you out, or did it start again? [Oh! She does speak...]

[alifetime]

Last time it started snowing. Really was pretty impressive considering it was indoors and warm in here at the time.

[Jack gives her a shrug, taking on a smile as she finally joins him. The fact that he can't see what she looks like matters little to him. This is the man that used to date another one without a mouth and deals with aliens on a daily basis.]

The elevator started running again after about an hour or two. Got out at the first floor it stopped at and didn't look back. I had hoped they had gotten all the bugs worked out this time.

It'll be okay. They'll remember we're here and let us out. I'm Captain Jack Harkness. And you are?

[He holds out a hand to her tentatively. In some species, that's considered an insult.]

[facemyenemies]

Snowed? Inside? [Her brow raised at that, head lifted a bit more to look at him, curious. In the flickering lights he'd see little of her still, but she was clearly relaxing more as he spoke]

[Her sunglasses did come off though, folded up and stuffed into the hoodie pocket. It wasn't that she was embarrassed about her appearance, just... not happy about it.]

[To his story about getting out after a few hours, she frowned but nodded. Honestly, she was more used to breaking out of cages then staying in them. For now she would wait.]

Captain? [again, a curious tone.] Were you with the air force or something? [she shouldn't care, but if they were here for a while, she might as well converse a bit. The question of her name came up though. And there was a hand waiting for her. She reached out to take it, giving a firm but not overly so handshake.]

Amelia Hunter. Nice to meet you. [A name she would use until the others knew she was here, or until it got out that she wasn't at all Amelia Hunter. Whoops]