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THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

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.

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[it doesn't matter that breakfast is every meal if you're not hungry for anything. nerves alone could sustain him, couldn't they? but somehow the thought of being locked up in his room going stircrazy listening to the rain versus making himself presentable amongst all these other poor lost souls breakfast 24/7 won out the battle.

except everyone else seemed to have gotten okay with the idea of being here, whereas he's still extremely hung up on the part where they can't even go outside. but hey, good for other, well adjusted people.

connor will be sulking in the corner reading whatever passes for a newspaper and evesdropping on conversations.]

three;

[right when this stupid hotel literally couldn't get any worse --

connor hadn't been sleeping, or really regularly eating since he'd gotten here so while every single time that elevator had looked like a stupid horrible trap, this time he was just so tired and it looked so welcoming but of course it is this time that the elevator acts the most creepy. he leans back against the wall and its all he can do not to just slide down on the floor and give up but there's someone in here with him, and, appearances, after all.]

Great, right? Just what we needed.

[ As a man who credits his yearly paycheck to beating up skel junkies for information or as a favor or because they owed him money, Harvey prides himself on being able to finger one when he sees one.

And boy, does he see one. Might as well cultivate some kind of network here. ]

Hey, kid. [ Gruff, barely concerned, Bullock drops an orange on the table in front of him. Once he knows he's got the guy's attention, he tosses a muffin at him. ] Eat up.

[well it works because connor was going for "junkie" and not "accidental accessory to felony murder" and considering bullock is homicide he's REALLY LUCKY that's the one the guy picks up on. a+++ for lying skills here.

he looks up to see the orange and then at bullock and is just quick enough to catch the muffin.]

Thanks? I'm not hungry.

Yeah huh. Eat the damn breakfast. Nobody needs to see you twitching all over by your lonesome trying to be all sneaky. I mean, sure I'll give you a couple points for trying but you're dealing with a professional here.

[ Connor, he's GCPD and not in Gotham City anymore. Even when he WAS in Gotham, he didn't do his job that much. You're cool. ]

What is that even supposed to mean?

[like he doesn't know exactly what this conversation is about. he picks at the muffin a little bit but doesn't take any to eat.]

I'm not "twitching" I'm just reading the paper.

[ If this kid's going to be a stubborn ass for the long haul, then Harv is just gonna flop down in the chair opposite. Sprawling out, he shrugs as he chomps into his impromptu sausage and egg on toast sandwich. ]

Well. [ Enjoy him talking with his mouth full. #classy ] Think you know what it means, kiddo. James Bond you definitely ain't.

[#manspreading but trust me even connor doesnt want to see any of what youve got]

I'm seriously not looking to be anything but sitting here enjoying being stuck in hell with everyone else.

[ Please, honey, this show is for one hooker's eyes only and she ain't in the building. ]

Nobody's saying they're enjoying it, okay, but hey. You're put up in a hotel for free, no bills to worry about, no work, no nagging hostess asking if you wanna jazzercise with prune jobs, no work, and — oh right — no work? That's a kind of scam I can get behind. [ Beat. ] Minus limited breakfast options and a wet bar. That stuff blows really bad and I'd complain about it if there were somebody to complain to.

[ Another bite. ]

Also a lack of people to score from, but I'm just imagining your pain there.

[he stares at harvey for a long time. purposeful, letting him think he's weighing the idea of just giving into him and agreeing that he's gone and figured out it. he sets his jaw and folds up the paper, setting it on the table next to the orange. then, he sighs, like he's giving up the chase because it's too tiring to keep going.]

I quit before I got here. [he pauses, as if looking for the right words.] But this is a lot to handle. It's easier when you're not. You know. Creepy hotel, lack of friends or family or support or whatever.

Even more of you humans. At least I won't starve around here. I suppose I should be glad for that.

[The Nogitsune cuts through the crowd with little care of what the humans milling about for food think or want. It isn't the most impressive person to see or study, but it can't bring itself to care. Right and wrong aren't values it has or understands. What it does get is that a new rush of food has arrived. For a creature that feeds on fear, anger, pain, frustration and all the other 'darker' emotions, new arrival day is always a good day.]

[It looks about the room, eyes touching on Connor briefly before moving on. The piles of regular food are ignored as it sniffs the air like a dog casting about for a scent that would lead it to someone suffering. Or angry. Or hateful. Or anything the creature could draw from them.]

Going to be very disappointed if no one came here without catastrophic injuries, [it mutters to itself.]

[when you're already freaked out and hyper-attuned to pretty much everything going on as a result, it's hard to miss the sight of someone sniffing around (literally) like that. sure, there were weird people in the world but this guy looked like this was a level above and beyond and he's starting to wonder if he shouldn't put anything outside the realm of possibility at this point.

at least the Nogitsune will find everything he's looking for in connor. since the night of the murder, his anxiety had been through the roof. he hadn't had another panic attack like that, thank god, but part of him was starting to wonder if Oliver, and latching himself onto him, wasn't the only thing keeping him safe. That lifeline had been abruptly cut off when he'd shown up here and it made it three hundred times worse and more frustrating knowing what he'd been so close to having and then having it slide through his grip. he'd almost had it together, he'd almost been able to put his life back in the way he wanted it to and now --

now, he was stuck here. with only his thoughts and his self-loathing and guilt - guilt for being there, guilt for fucking up with oliver, guilt for the whole mess everything had been since he started with annalise, did it matter? - and the creepy atmosphere did nothing to help get away from his darker thoughts. oh, and, yeah, of course the luggage was unlocked with the date of the murder which was its own sick, twisted, horrifying thing.

so yeah, he didn't really have it together in the slightest. and the nogitsune wandering around acting generally creepy wasn't helping at all.]

What are you looking for? Just get a waffle or whatever and move on.

[she's been waiting for this moment since she got here. the elevator giving signs of working? of course she's going to follow that line of research and get on it, even if it means getting stuck.

she was sort of expecting the getting stuck part, too. it's the hotel, you learn to expect the very worst. her company apparently doesn't know.]

Don't panic. I'm going to try and get us out of here.

[hey you know what if he is going to be stuck in an elevator with someone at least it's someone whose skills apparently include knowing how to fix elevators. his "friends" circle is only good at bullshitting law papers.]

It might start again on it's own. [no it won't.] But sure.

[what's that? you see those lights starting to flicker? she's going to point to them, and look at him like no.] Sure it will. [maybe in four more weeks. does he want to eat her to survive?

because she's the one who has the knife.

and the toolkit that never leaves the pouch she sewed onto the side of her brace, which she takes out to dismantle the control panel again.]

[begrudging respect for that, truly. but he's not just going to stand here while she works doing nothing because that would make her life too easy.]

How'd you learn to do that?

It's my job to. [you just -- stand there and be pretty. she's used to working with pretty guys behind her.]

[/preens]

To fix elevators? You don't look like the type. [too young, too pretty, take your pick]

[elevators. haha, that's rich. there's a bit of ruffled feathers of pride going on here.]

No, to fix space ships. [giving him a pointed look of are you going to say i don't look the type?]

Okay, that's cool. [absolutely not]

Do I look like one of those?

Well I've never met anyone smart enough to do that before, so I'm not sure they really have a type.

[elevator repair men on the other hand...]

Well -- they don't. [Pretty mixed group in Mecha Station.]

So you're probably from a different world or the future or whatever, right? [that's still weird to wrap his head around but look he's saying the words and going along with it.] Is space travel common?

Yep, a really nasty one. [here, hold the bolts if you're going to be futzing around behind her.]

But no -- it's not anymore. Our ships sort of all crashed.

[he takes the bolts from her! so helpful!!]

Yeah, that doesn't sound good.

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